All Poems
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Once More
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Will I come?" That is pleasant! I beg to inquire
If the gun that I carry has ever missed fire?
And which was the muster-roll-mention but one--
That missed your old comrade who carries the gun?
In November (1)
© Archibald Lampman
The leafless forests slowly yield
To the thick-driving snow. A little while
And night shall darken down. In shouting file
The woodmen's carts go by me homeward-wheeled,
Women Of The West
© George Essex Evans
They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
For love they faced the wilderness -the Women of the West.
The Golden Year!
© Alfred Austin
When piped the love-warm throstle shrill,
And all the air was laden
Safe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white,
Fling the rock-surf in spray on high.
Of Blessed Memory
© Eugene Field
I often wonder mother loves to creep
Up to the garret where a cupboard stands,
And sit upon the musty floor and weep,
Holding a babys dresses in her hands.
You'll know itas you know 'tis Noon
© Emily Dickinson
You'll know itas you know 'tis Noon
By Glory
As you do the Sun
By Glory
As you will in Heaven
Know God the Fatherand the Son.
Where Ships of Purplegently toss
© Emily Dickinson
Where Ships of Purplegently toss
On Seas of Daffodil
Fantastic Sailorsmingle
And thenthe Wharf is still!
Politics
© Ambrose Bierce
That land full surely hastens to its end
Where public sycophants in homage bend
Fragment Of A Meditation
© Allen Tate
In the beginning the irresponsible Verb
Connived with chaos whence I've seen it start
Riddles in the head for the nervous heart
To count its beat on: all beginnings run
Like water the easiest way or like birds
Fly on their cool imponderable flood.
Dartside
© Charles Kingsley
I cannot tell what you say green leaves,
I cannot tell what you say:
But I know that there is a spirit in you,
And a word in you this day.
Sonnet XI. To Sheridan
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd
O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!
My soul hath marked thee in her shaping hour,
Thy temples with Hymettian flowrets wreath'd:
New Years Eve
© Robinson Jeffers
Staggering homeward between the stream and the trees the unhappy
drunkard
Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed to Young Poets
© William Shenstone
Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne lacernis
Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque vides. ~Mart.
Imitation.
--Thou know'st not what thou say'st;
In garments that scarce fence them from the cold
Our Ovids and our Virgils you behold.
The Three Concerned
© Leon Gellert
The Man
He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;
the red moon shining in his glazed eyes,
the 'Last Post' crying, crying in the night.
Here And There
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HERE the warm sunshine fills
Like wine of gods the deepening, cup-shaped dells,
Embossed with marvellous flowers; the happy rills
Roam through the autumnal fields whose rich increase
The Secret Whisky Cure
© Henry Lawson
Twas a common sordid marriage, and theres little new to tell
Save the pub to him was Heaven and his own home was a hell:
With the office in between thempurgatory to be sure
And, as far as Jones could make outwell, there wasnt any cure.
