All Poems
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Wuthering Heights
© Sylvia Plath
The horizons ring me like faggots,
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
The Captive
© James Russell Lowell
It was past the hour of trysting,
But she lingered for him still;
Like a child, the eager streamlet
Leaped and laughed adown the hill,
Happy to be free at twilight
From its toiling at the mill.
I Have A Rendezvous With Life
© Countee Cullen
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
First Love
© Shimazaki Toson
you had swept back your bangs for the first time
when I saw you under the apple tree
the flower-comb in your hair
I thought you yourself were a flower too.
An Ode Appropriate To A Festivity
© Confucius
The dew lies heavy all around,
Nor, till the sun shines, leaves the ground.
Far into night we feasting sit;
We drink, and none his place may quit.
"That now is hay some-tyme was grase"
© John Lydgate
Who clymbeth hyest gothe ofte base,
Ensample in medowes thow mayst se
That nowe is heye some tyme was grase.
Old Adam, The Carrion Crow
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Old Adam, the carrion crow,
The old crow of Cairo;
Enthousiasme
© Victor Marie Hugo
Quand partons-nous ? Ce soir ! demain serait trop long.
Des armes ! des chevaux ! un navire à Toulon !
Un navire, ou plutôt des ailes !
Menons quelques débris de nos vieux régiments,
Et nous verrons soudain ces tigres ottomans
Fuir avec des pieds de gazelles !
Daybreak
© Stephen Spender
At Dawn she lay with her profile at that angle
Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.
Her hair a harp, the hand of a breeze follows
And plays, against the white cloud of the pillows.
Written Upon A Blank Leaf In "The Complete Angler."
© William Wordsworth
WHILE flowing rivers yield a blameless sport,
Shall live the name of Walton: Sage benign!
The Friends of Fallen Fortunes
© Henry Lawson
The battlefield behind us,
And night loomed on the track;
On Burning Some Old Letters
© James Russell Lowell
Rarest woods were coarse and rough,
Sweetest spice not sweet enough,
Too impure all earthly fire
For this sacred funeral-pyre;
These rich relics must suffice
For their own dear sacrifice.
Song Of The Rail
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail,
Black, with its face to the dust.
But it carries a message where winged things fail;
It crosses the mountains, and catches the trail,
While the winds and the sea make sport of a sail;
Oh, a rail is a friend to trust.
Angel Tidings
© William Henry Drummond
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears.
We bring the best of news; be not dismayed;
A Manager's Perplexities
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Were I a king in very truth,
And had a son - a guileless youth -
"Grief sat beside the fount of tears"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Grief sat beside the fount of tears,
And dipt her garland in it,
While all the paly flowers she wears
Grew fainter every minute.
The Shade Of Theseus - Ancient Greek Tradition
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
When banners caught the breeze,
When helms in sunlight shone,
When masts were on the seas,
And spears on Marathon.
Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung
© William Wordsworth
EMPERORS and Kings, how oft have temples rung
With impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!
How oft above their altars have been hung
Trophies that led the good and wise to mourn
