All Poems
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A Childs Smile
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A CHILD'S smile--nothing more;
Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen;
Like summer lightning o'er,
Leaving the little face again serene.
Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Norway,
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Norway,
Who casually sat on a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat,
She exclaimed, 'What of that?'
This courageous Young Lady of Norway.
The Wanderer
© Mathilde Blind
ON unknown paths I falter forth,
A homeless wand'rer in the world;
Doubtful I flit across the earth,
Whither by blowing fates I'm hurled.
To-- One word is too often profaned
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
The India Wharf
© Sara Teasdale
Here in the velvet stillness
The wide sown fields fall to the faint horizon,
Sleeping in starlight. . . .
Variations At Home And Abroad
© Kenneth Koch
It takes a lot of a person's life
To be French, or English, or American
Sonnet 6: Some Lovers Speak
© Sir Philip Sidney
Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain,
Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires:
Of force of heav'nly beams, infusing hellish pain:
Of living deaths, dear wounds, fair storms, and freezing fires.
The Country Retreat
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
OH lone and lovely solitude,
Washed by the sounding sea;
Nature was in a poet's mood,
When she created thee.
England To Ireland
© William Watson
Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me,
Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword--
The Song Sparrow's Nest
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Here where tumultuous vines
Shadow the porch at the west,
Elegy XII
© John Donne
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe
Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
Decade
© Amy Lowell
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
To A February Primrose
© George MacDonald
I have no words. But fragrant is the breath,
Pale beauty, of thy second life within.
There is a wind that cometh for thy death,
But thou a life immortal dost begin,
Where in one soul, which is thy heaven, shall dwell
Thy spirit, beautiful Unspeakable!
By The Sea
© Emily Dickinson
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
She Moved Through the Faire
© Padraic Colum
My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
The Maple
© James Russell Lowell
The Maple puts her corals on in May,
While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,
