All Poems
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Composed Just After Midnight On The 31st Of December, 1878
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A MOMENT since his breath dissolved in air!
And now divorced from life's last hectic glow,
He joins the old ghostly years of long ago,
In some cloud-folded realm of vague despair;
A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
© William Shenstone
The morn dispensed a dubious light,
A sudden mist had stolen from sight
Each pleasing vale and hill;
When Damon left his humble bowers,
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers,
Or check his wandering rill.
Psalm 23 : The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare
© Joseph Addison
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
Fox's Dingle
© Robert Graves
Take now a country mood,
Resolve, distil it:
Nine Acre swaying alive,
June flowers that fill it,
Pa Discusses Economy
© Edgar Albert Guest
This year," said Pa, on New Year's night, "we'll start upon a different plan,
I'm sick and tired of ending years as poor as when those years began;
I'm sick and tired of spending coin before I've really got it earned,
This year we're going to save some doughthat is the new leaf that I've turned."
To Rafael
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thine was the scheme, and worthy to be thine,
O Painter--Poet! with care and regu'lar toil,
To raise those marvels from the' entombing soil
With which Greek Art made Rome a place divine.
A Frostry Night
© Robert Graves
Mother: Alice, dear, what ails you,
Dazed and white and shaken?
Has the chill night numbed you?
Is it fright you have taken?
The Model
© Harriet Monroe
Have you forgottenyou, the chief,
The art-director, president,
What not, of the establishment
Forgot how for a moment brief
The whole show, all our strife and stir,
Went outfor her?
Portrait From The Infantry
© Alan Dugan
He smelled bad and was red-eyed with the miseries
of being scared while sleepless when he said
Threnody
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Upon your hearse this flower I lay
Brief be your sleep! You shall be known
When lesser men have had their day:
Fame blossoms where true seed is sown,
Or soon or late, let Time wound what it may.
Ahndung der Genesung
© Friederike Brun
Rieselnde Quellen,
Spiegelt den hellen,
Liebend erröthenden Himmel zurück,
Spiegelt den dankvoll bethräneten Blick!
Apparitions
© John Kenyon
If, as they say, the Dead erewhile return,
Sent or permitted, from their shadowy bourn;
The Reveille
© Francis Bret Harte
Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands,
And of armed men the hum;
Lo! a nation`s hosts have gathered
Round the quick alarming drum,--
The Cataract of Lodore
© Robert Southey
And glittering and frittering,
And gathering and feathering,
And whitening and brightening,
And quivering and shivering,
And hurrying and skurrying,
And thundering and floundering;
Abrahams Sacrifice
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The noontide sun streamed brightly down
Moriahs mountain crest,
The golden blaze of his vivid rays
Tinged sacred Jordans breast;
While towering palms and flowerets sweet,
Drooped low neath Syrias burning heat.
On the Death of Dr. Robert Levet
© Samuel Johnson
Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline,
Our social comforts drop away.
The Best School of All
© Sir Henry Newbolt
It's good to see the school we knew,
the land of youth and dream.
To greet again the rule we knew,
before we took the stream.
