All Poems
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Counsel In Sorrow.
© Robert Crawford
How poor is comfort when the loss is great,
And vain all counsel to assuage a tear!
A light affliction it may medicine;
But when deep Nature groans all words are air,
Dr. S. Rambusch
© Jeppe Aakjaer
Hvor Ormen klam sig lang i Sporet strækker
og Porsen vikler Ris om Hjulets Nav
Envoy
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Clear was the night: the moon was young:
The larkspurs in the plots
Mingled their orange with the gold
Of the forget-me-nots.
Hymn XVI: Happy the Souls That First Believed
© Charles Wesley
Happy the souls that first believed,
To Jesus and each other cleaved,
Joined by the unction from above
In mystic fellowship of love.
The Baby Sorceress
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
My baby sits beneath the tall elm-trees,
A wreath of tangled ribbons in her hands;
How Still, How Happy!
© Emily Jane Brontë
How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge,
The changing heaven the breezy weather,
Menace
© Katharine Tynan
Oh, when the land is white as milk
With bloom that lets no leaf between,
When trees are clad in grass-green silk
And thrushes sing in a gold screen:
What is it ails Dark Rosaleen?
To My Godchild-Francis M. W. M.
© Francis Thompson
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,
Riding at anchor off the orient sun,
The Faithful Dog Fido
© William Topaz McGonagall
Little Fido's master had to go on a long journey,
So Fido followed her master, and ran cheerfully,
And often the master would speak kindly to the dog,
As along the road together they did jog.
Squire Hawkins's Story
© James Whitcomb Riley
He sized it all; and Patience laid
Her hand in John's, and looked afraid,
And waited. And a stiller set
O' folks, I KNOW, you never met
In any court room, where with dread
They wait to hear a verdick read.
Che Stai?
© Ugo Foscolo
Che stai? già il secol l'orma ultima lascia;
Dove del tempo son le leggi rotte
Precipita, portando entro la notte
Quattro tuoi lustri, e obblio freddo li fascia.
At the Long Sault: May, 1660
© Archibald Lampman
All night by the foot of the mountain
The little town lieth at rest,
The sentries are peacefully pacing;
And neither from East nor from West
Conscription
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
There is a shadow on the head I love,
There is a danger lurks thy path upon,
Pharsalia - Book V: The Oracle. The Mutiny. The Storm
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
While soldier thus and chief,
In doubtful sort, against their hidden fate
Devised their counsel, Appius alone
Feared for the chances of the war, and sought
Through Phoebus' ancient oracle to break
The silence of the gods and know the end.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O pitiless skies! why did your clouds retain
For peasants' fields their floods of hoarded rain?
O pitiless earth! why open no abyss
To bury in its chasm a crime like this?
Dirge For A Soldier
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the east the morning comes,
Hear the rollin' of the drums
Life Or Death?
© George MacDonald
Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep,
For every flower that ends its little span,
James Longstreet
© Anonymous
With muffled drums and the flag that was furled
With the cause that was lost, when the last smoke curled
