All Poems
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Lord Kitchener
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Among Herculean deeds the miracle
That mass'd the labour of ten years in one
Shall be thy monument. Thy work was done
Ere we could thank thee; and the high sea swell
Surgeth unheeding where thy proud ship fell
By the lone Orkneys, at the set of sun.
Wallabi Joe
© Anonymous
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,
And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,
I Never Saw that Land Before
© Edward Thomas
I never saw that land before,
And now can never see it again;
Yet, as if by acquaintance hoar
Endeared, by gladness and by pain,
Great was the affection that I bore
William Henry Groom Vale`
© George Essex Evans
For never shall oblivion slight
The hearts that fight the Peoples fight.
Much less, when, thro a life of stress,
One voice gainst countless odds has stood,
And won, in pain and bitterness,
The Peoples good.
"Every planet above, and every star"
© Gaspara Stampa
Venus beauty too, and gentleness,
Mercury eloquence, but then the moon
Made him too cold for me, in iciness.
Each of these graces, each rare boon,
Make me burn for his fierce brightness,
And yet he freezes, through that one alone.
Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains
© Robert Browning
Ay, my brave chronicler, and this same hour
As well as any: now, let my time be!
If love be holy, if that mystery
© John Marston
If love be holy, if that mystery
O co-united hearts be sacrament;
If the unbounded goodness have infused
A sacred ardour of a mutual love
Telling the Bees: (For Edward Tennant)
© Katharine Tynan
Tell it to the bees, lest they
Umbrage take and fly away,
That the dearest boy is dead,
Who went singing, blithe and dear,
By the golden hives last year.
Curly-head, ah, curly-head!
A Hero Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
He has done the work of a true man--
Crown him, honor him, love him;
Weep over him, tears of woman,
Stoop, manliest brows, above him!
With The Lark
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy;
Darkness for sighing and daylight for song,--
Cheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong.
All the night through, though I moan in the dark,
I wake in the morning to sing with the lark.
The Water-Course
© George Herbert
Thou who dost dwell and linger here below,
Since the condition of this world is frail,
Where of all plants afflictions soonest grow;
If troubles overtake thee, do not wail:
An Old Friend
© James Whitcomb Riley
Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here again,
With all your harvest-store of olden joys,--
The Old Camp Fire
© Francis Bret Harte
Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling,
And draw your cinch up tighter till the sweat drops from the ring:
We've a dozen miles to cover ere we reach the next divide.
Our limbs are stiffer now than when we first set out to ride,
And worse, the horses know it, and feel the leg-grip tire,
Since in the days when, long ago, we sought the old camp-fire.
Untitled 3
© Owen Suffolk
Nothing seems changed; here's the oaken chair,
That every night I knelt beside,
To the Temple I Repair
© James Montgomery
To Thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy seat.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Joy and Use
The Daisies
© Edith Nesbit
In the great green park with the wooden palings -
The wooden palings so hard to climb,
To Doctor Lang
© Charles Harpur
Little, perhaps, thou valuest verse of mine
Little hast read of what my hand has wrought,
The Barcoo
© Henry Kendall
From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep,
And loud with the lowing of cattle,
Ebb and Flow
© Edward Taylor
When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy sweet print,
My heart was made Thy tinder-box,
My 'ffections were Thy tinder in't,
Where fell Thy sparks by drops.
Those holy sparks of heavenly fire that came
Did ever catch and often out would flame.
