All Poems
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Dispossed
© Lola Ridge
Tender and tremulous green of leaves
Turned up by the wind,
Twanging among the vines -
Wind in the grass
Blowing a clear path
For the new-stripped soul to pass…
The Peonage System
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The religious wars of Europe have been numbered with the past,
But a worse thing, bright America with clouds has overcast,
'Tis the heinous contract system that plantation life contains,
Worse than slavery's conditions in a land where freedom reigns.
Die Tuerken
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Die Tuerken haben schoene Toechter,
Und diese scharfe Keuschheitswaechter;
Wer will kann mehr als eine frein:
Ich moechte schon ein Tuerke sein.
Fragments from "The Mysterious Key And What It Opened"
© Louisa May Alcott
Love comes to all soon or late,
And maketh gay or sad;
For every bird will find its mate,
And every lass a lad,
The Hillside Cot
© William Ellery Channing
And here the hermit sat, and told his beads,
And stroked his flowing locks, red as the fire,
Her Portrait
© Francis Thompson
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold
Of that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!
The Magnetic Lady To Her Patient
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;
My hand is on thy brow,
My spirit on thy brain;
Ritt Im Mondschein
© Karl Joachim Friedrich Ludwig von Arnim
Herz zum Herzen ist nicht weit
Unter lichten Sternen,
El Poeta Leva El Ancla (Weighing The Anchor)
© Delmira Agustini
El ancla de oro canta…la vela azul asciende
Como el ala de un sueño abierta al nuevo día.
Partamos, musa mía!
Ante lo prora alegre un bello mar se extiende.
Ancient Myths
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YE pleasant myths of Eld, why have ye fled?
The earth has fallen from her blissful prime
Of summer years, the dews of that sweet time,
Are withered on its garlands sere and dead.
Acrobats
© Guillaume Apollinaire
The strollers in the plain
walk the length of gardens
before the doors of grey inns
through villages without churches
To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist)
© William Wordsworth
SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,
And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side,
Thou art a tool of honour in my hands;
I press thee, through the yielding soil, with pride.
Two Songs
© Francis Ledwidge
I will come no more awhile,
Song-time is over.
A fire is burning in my heart,
I was ever a rover.
Great Poets And Small
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SHALL I not falter on melodious wing,
In that my notes are weak and may not rise
To those world-wide entrancing harmonies,
Which the great poets to the ages sing?
Epitaph On John Adams, Of Southwell - A Carrier, Who Died Of Drunkenness
© George Gordon Byron
JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell,
A Carrier who carried his can to his mouth well:
He carried so much, and he carried so fast,
He could carry no more‑so was carried at last;
For, the liquor he drank, being too much for one,
He could not carry off,--so he's now carri-on.
Occasioned By The Battle Of Waterloo February 1816
© William Wordsworth
INTREPID sons of Albion! not by you
Is life despised; ah no, the spacious earth
Our Saviour And The Samaritan Woman At The Well
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Close beside the crystal waters of Jacobs far-famed well,
Whose dewy coolness gratefully upon the parched air fell,
Reflecting back the bright hot heavens within its waveless breast,
Jesus, foot-sore and weary, had sat Him down to rest.
Wrens And Robins In The Hedge
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Wrens and robins in the hedge,
Wrens and robins here and there;
Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,
Everywhere! C
