All Poems
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A Mammon-Marriage
© George MacDonald
The croak of a raven hoar!
A dog's howl, kennel-tied!
Loud shuts the carriage-door:
The two are away on their ghastly ride
To Death's salt shore!
To Maecenas
© Phillis Wheatley
Not you, my friend, these plaintive strains become,
Not you, whose bosom is the Muses home;
When they from tow'ring Helicon retire,
They fan in you the bright immortal fire,
But I less happy, cannot raise the song,
The fault'ring music dies upon my tongue.
All Ashore!
© Henry Lawson
The rattling donkey ceases,
The bell says we must part,
You long slab of good-nature,
And poetry and art!
Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference
© William Cowper
And dwells there in a female heart,
By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact,
To feel the most refined;
Bahut Kathin Hai
© Amir Khusro
Bahut Kathin hai dagar panghat ki,
Kaisay main bhar laaun madhva say matki?
Paniya bharan ko main jo gayi thi,
Daud jhapat mori matki patki.
On A Miser (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
They call thee rich -- I deem thee poor,
Since, if thou darest not use thy store,
But savest only for thine heirs,
The treasure is not thine, but theirs.
Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End
© Du Fu
Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages
have you for me, my master? When will the poor wandering goose arrive? The
rivers and lakes are swollen with autumn's waters. Art detests a too successful
life; and the hungry goblins await you with welcoming jaws. You had better have
a word with the ghost of that other wronged poet. Drop some verses into the
Mi-lo as an offering to him!
The Red-Haired Man
© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
There was a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears.
Neither did he have any hair, so he was called red-haired theoretically.
Satyr X. Colin
© Thomas Parnell
Divine Orinda now my labours crown
& if my voice or harp have glory won
Thine was the influence thine the glory be
Thee Colin loves & loves thy sex for thee
Weeds
© William Herbert Carruth
Poor, homely, unloved things beside the way,
That strive in voiceless ignominy, still
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Conclusion
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The real Epic ends with the war and with the funerals of the deceased
warriors, as we have stated before, and Yudhishthir's Horse-Sacrifice
is rather a crowning ornament than a part of the solid edifice. What
follows the sacrifice is in no sense a part of the real Epic; it
consists merely of concluding personal narratives of the heroes who
have figured in the poem.
Peggy
© John Clare
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,
When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.
Young Peggy's face was common sense and I was rather shy
When I met her in the morning when the farmers sow the rye.
Sonnet XLII. To G. W. C. August 1, 1846.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE day so long remembered comes again.
The years have vanished. On the vessel's deck
We stand and wave adieux, until a speck
Our bark appears to friends whose eyes would fain
Week-End
© Harold Monro
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The train! The twleve o'clock for paradise.
Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
Out in the country every one is wise:
The Song Of The Wreck
© Charles Dickens
The wind blew high, the waters raved,
A ship drove on the land,
Verses Sent To A Lady, Who Took Delight In Ridiculing A Person
© Mary Barber
Should you employ your Ridicule,
On those who Pity claim?
Think, Birtha, is the native Fool
For Wit a proper Theme?
I payin Satin Cash
© Emily Dickinson
I payin Satin Cash
You did not stateyour price
A Petal, for a Paragraph
It near as I can guess
