All Poems
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Cales and Guyana
© John Donne
If you from spoil of th'old worlds farthest endTo the new world your kindled valors bend,What brave examples then do prove it trueThat one things end doth still begin a new.
The Bracelet
© John Donne
Not that in colour it was like thy hair,For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear;Nor that thy hand is oft embrac'd and kiss'd,For so it had that good which oft I miss'd;Not for that seely old morality,That as those links are tied our love should be;Nor for the luck sake; but the bitter cost
The Autumnal
© John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such graceAs I have seen in one autumnal face;Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape;This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape
The Anagram
© John Donne
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for sheHath all things, whereby others beauteous be;For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great;Though they be ivory, yet her teeth be jet;Though they be dim, yet she is light enough;And though her harsh hair fall, her skin is tough;What though her cheeks be yellow, her hair's red,Give her thine, and she hath a maidenhead
A Song of the Bar
© Dolben Digby (Mackworth)
She is only an innkeeper's daughter -- I know it, I own it with tears,And her eyes are accustomed to slaughter The ranks of the Builth volunteers.
Beyond
© Dolben Digby (Mackworth)
Beyond the calumny and wrong,Beyond the clamour and the throng,Beyond the praise and triumph-song, He passed
Song
© Dodsley Robert
Man's a poor deluded bubble, Wand'ring in a mist of lies,Seeing false, or seeing double, Who wou'd trust to such weak eyes?Yet presuming on his senses, On he goes most wond'rous wise:Doubts of truth, believes pretences; Lost in error, lives and dies
The Footman: An Epistle to my Friend Mr. Wright
© Dodsley Robert
Dear FRIEND,Since I am now at leisure,And in the Country taking Pleasure,If it be worth your while to hearA silly Footman's Business there,I'll try to tell, in easy Rhyme,How I in London spend my Time
Heimlich
© Dodds Jeramy
Comes up behind you at a party, masks your eyeswith his mammogram hands, asks, 'Guess who?'A bear-hugger from way back
A Nupial Eve
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The murmur of the mourning ghost That keeps the shadowy kine,"Oh, Keith of Ravelston, The sorrows of thy line!"
To My Spinning-Wheel
© Dixon Charlotte Eliza
I love thee well my little wheel,And why I love thee I can tell:When tir'd of folly, shew and noise,Of feeling griefs, and feigning joys,Of visiting, and company,And all that's called society,I sought in solitude and peace,To sooth a mind too ill at ease,Thou kindly then thy aid didst lend,I found in thee almost a friend
Another Lady
© Dixon Charlotte Eliza
So excessively lovely, you can't find a fault,So excessively stupid, you can't find a thought,When Nature so lavishly form'd this face,Ah! why of a soul did she leave us no trace?'Twas to prove that the finest of features combin'dAre charmless without the expression of mind
Wild nights!--wild nights! (249)
© Emily Dickinson
Wild nights--wild nights!Were I with theeWild nights should beOur luxury!
Success
© Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne'er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need.
The Snake
© Emily Dickinson
A narrow fellow in the grassOccasionally rides;You may have met him,--did you not,His notice sudden is.
Retrospect
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the corn,When I was carried by the farms,-- It had the tassels on.
A little east of Jordan (59)
© Emily Dickinson
A little east of Jordan,Evangelists record,A gymnast and an angelDid wrestle long and hard,
It was not death, for I stood up (510)
© Emily Dickinson
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues for noon.
I never hear the word "escape" (77)
© Emily Dickinson
I never hear the word "escape"Without a quicker blood,A sudden expectation,A flying attitude!
