All Poems
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Antoine et Cleopatre
© José Maria de Heredia
Tous deux ils regardaient, de la haute terrasse,L'Egypte s'endormir sous un ciel étouffantEt le Fleuve, à travers le Delta noir qu'il fend,Vers Bubaste ou Saïs rouler son onde grasse.
The Life of Man
© William Henry Davies
All from his cradle to his grave,Poor devil, man's a frightened fool;His Mother talks of imps and ghosts,His Master threatens him at school
The Collier's Wife
© William Henry Davies
The collier's wife had four tall sons Brought from the pit's mouth dead, And crushed from foot to head;When others brought her husband home,Had five dead bodies in her room.
City and Country
© William Henry Davies
The City has dull eyes, The City's cheeks are pale;The City has black spit, The City's breath is stale.
A Ballad of a Nun
© John Davidson
From Eastertide to Eastertide For ten long years her patient kneesEngraved the stones--the fittest bride Of Christ in all the diocese.
Extinction: The Airman's Prayer
© Davey Ernest Raymond
Almighty and all present power,Short is the prayer I make to thee;I do not ask in battle hourFor any shield to cover me.
Musophilus
© Samuel Daniel
Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence, That with the strong rein of commanding words Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections more than all their swords: Shall we not offer to thy excellence The richest treasure that our wit affords? Thou that canst do much more with one poor pen Than all the powers of princes can effect, And draw, divert, dispose, and fashion menBetter than force or rigour can direct: Should we this ornament of glory then, As th' unmaterial fruits of shades, neglect?Or should we, careless, come behind the rest In power of words, that go before in worth? Whenas our accents, equal to the best, Is able greater wonders to bring forth; When all that ever hotter spirits express'd, Comes better'd by the patience of the north
Delia XXXIII
© Samuel Daniel
When men shall find thy flower, thy glory, pass,And thou with careful brow sitting aloneReceived hast this message from thy glass,That tells thee truth and says that all is gone:Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou madest,Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining;I that have lov'd thee thus before thou fadest,My faith shall wax when thou art in thy waning
Delia XXXI (1623 version)
© Samuel Daniel
Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose,The image of thy blush and summer's honour,Whilst yet her tender bud doth undiscloseThat full of beauty Time bestows upon her
Delia XXXI (1592 version)
© Samuel Daniel
Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose,The image of thy blush and summer's honour,Whilst in her tender green she doth encloseThat pure sweet beauty time bestows upon her
Delia XLVI
© Samuel Daniel
Let others sing of knights and paladinesIn aged accents and untimely words;Paint shadows in imaginary linesWhich well the reach of their high wits records:But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyesAuthentic shall my verse in time to come,When yet th' unborn shall say, "Lo where she liesWhose beauty made him speak that else was dumb
Delia XLV
© Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:Relieve my languish, and restore the light,With dark forgetting of my cares, return;And let the day be time enough to mournThe shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,Without the torment of the night's untruth
Delia VI
© Samuel Daniel
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair:Her brow shades frowns although her eyes are sunny,Her smiles are lightning though her pride despair,And her disdains are gall, her favours honey;A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love,The wonder of all eyes that look upon her:Sacred on earth, design'd a saint above
The Civil Wars between the Two Houses of Lancaster and York
© Samuel Daniel
The swift approach and unexpected speedThe king had made upon this new-rais'd force,In the unconfirmed troops, much fear did breed,Untimely hind'ring their intended course
The Husband’s and Wife’s Grave
© Dana Richard Henry
Husband and wife! No converse now ye hold,As once ye did in your young days of love,On its alarms, its anxious hours, delays,Its silent meditations, its glad hopes,Its fears, impatience, quiet sympathies;Nor do ye speak of joy assured, and blissFull, certain, and possessed
The Dying Raven
© Dana Richard Henry
Come to these lonely woods to die alone?It seems not many days since thou wast heard,From out the mists of spring, with thy shrill note,Calling upon thy mates -- and their clear answers
Forty Below
© Dafoe Christopher
From this valley we hope to be going,When at last we can travel alone,For we're sick of the snow and the dust storms,In Toronto we'll find a new home.
Daisy Bell (or "Bicycle Built for Two")
© Dacre Harry
There is a flower within my heartDaisy, DaisyPlanted one day by a glancing dartPlanted by Daisy Bell
