All Poems
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The Albatross
© Aggeler William F.
Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crewCatch albatrosses, those vast sea birdsThat indolently follow a shipAs it glides over the deep, briny sea.
Ode
© Joseph Addison
The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,Their great original proclaim:Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,Does his Creator's power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an Almighty Hand
The Campaign
© Joseph Addison
While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign
An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)
© Joseph Addison
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own
Refreshment
© Adams Mary Electa
Hast thou had hours when life seemed empty all,And waste the garden thou wert set to till,Like tide-swept sands that only white and stillUnanswering lay beneath the heaven's gray pall?No ripening fruit to offer at His call,Discouragement hath waited on the will;And did some human voice, that bro't a thrillOut of the silence, on thy hearing fall:"I could not rest till I had come to seeAnd tell you how your life hath blessed mine own"?Burst a cool spring; the heart, refreshed and free,Went on its way under a smiling sun
By the Marshes of Tantramar
© Adams Mary Electa
Evening is falling with a star:I wander lonely and afarDown by the marshes of Tantramar.
Alone?
© Adams Mary Electa
The sunlight through the open doorComes in, and streams along the floor,The slant rays of a falling August sunWell-nigh throughout its sultry circuit run;And hushed is every sound of breeze or leaf or bird,Save the low trill of insects, past the lattice heard, In the dry grass As the hours pass
The Wants of Man
© Adams John Quincy
Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long. -- Goldsmith's Hermit
To the Sun-Dial
© Adams John Quincy
Under the Window of the Hall of the House ofRepresentatives of the United StatesThou silent herald of Time's silent flight! Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine? Shade, who canst only show how others shine!Dark, sullen witness of resplendent lightIn day's broad glare, and when the moontide bright Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine, Thy ready favors cheer us--but declineThe clouds of morning and the gloom of night
O Judge Me, Lord, for Thou art Just
© Adams John Quincy
O judge me, Lord, for thou art just; Thy statutes are my pride;In thee alone I put my trust; I therefore shall not slide:O prove me, try my reins and heart; Thy mercies, Lord, I know;I never took the scorner's part, Nor with the vain will go
A Psalm of Freudian Life
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Tell me not in mormonful numbers "Life is but an empty dream!"To a student of the slumbers Things are never what they seem.
While I Wrote This a Battering Ram of Knives Excavated Old Wounds -- The Poem Attacking Stalin
© Aaron Rafi
There is something deep inside me, I don’t know whoplaced it there
Walking with Mandelstam
© Aaron Rafi
Once I thought that if I walked with you to the endof Russian literature, bumped into Yesenin and hissoft words, mingled with the throng that formedaround Pushkin or waited patiently at the SenateSquare while you threw pieces of Blok, Akhmatovaand poor old Mayakovsky to eager readers whopecked at your references, I would come tounderstand all that you represent
Voronezh
© Aaron Rafi
The darkness drops its anchor on our lungs and wefeel the weight of each breath
Plaza de la Inquisición
© Earle Birney
A spider's bodylimp and hairyappeared at the bottom of my coffee
