All Poems
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Our House
© Christopher Morley
IT should be yours, if I could build
The quaint old dwelling I desire,
With books and pictures bravely filled
And chairs beside an open fire,
White-panelled rooms with candles lit-
I lie awake to think of it!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
I see you, Juliet, still, with your straw hat
Loaded with vines, and with your dear pale face,
On which those thirty years so lightly sat,
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto I.
© Matthew Prior
Without these aids, to be more serious,
Her power they hold had been precarious;
The eyes might have conspired her ruin,
And she not known what they were doing.
Foolish it had been and unkind
That they should see and she be blind.
Fidelity
© William Wordsworth
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He halts--and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks:
Mora Jobana (My Youth)
© Amir Khusro
Mora jobana navelara, bhayo hai gulaal,
Kaisi dhar dini bikas mori maal.
Mora jobana navelara.......
On the Grasshopper (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Happy songster, perch'd above,
On the summit of the grove,
Verses Written on Her Death-Bed
© Mary Monck
Thou, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy:
A Service of Song
© Emily Dickinson
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -
I keep it, staying at Home -
With a Bobolink for a Chorister -
And an Orchard, for a Dome -
The Singular Sangfroid Of Baby Bunting
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Batholomew Benjamin Bunting
Had only three passions in life,
Prayer For Deliverance From The Pestilence (From "Oedipus The King")
© Sophocles
Lord of the Pythian treasure,
What meaneth the word thou hast spoken?
The Convivial Book - Can The Koran From Eternity Be?
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
'Tis worth not a thought!
Can the Koran a creation, then, be?
The Souls' Rising
© George MacDonald
See! see in yonder misty cloud
One whirlwind sweep, and we shall hear
The voice that waxes yet more loud
And louder still approaching near!
October
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The Lady Of Rathmore Hall
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Throughout the country for many a mile
There is not a nobler, statelier pile
Than ivy crowned Rathmore Hall;
And the giant oaks that shadow the wold,
Though hollowed by time, are not as old
As its Norman turrets tall.
Prison Of Cervantes
© James Russell Lowell
Seat of all woes? Though Nature's firm decree
The narrowing soul with narrowing dungeon bind,
Meditation At Perugia
© Duncan Campbell Scott
The sunset colours mingle in the sky,
And over all the Umbrian valleys flow;
A Welcome To Lowell
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,
Our hearts are all thy own;
To-day we bid thee welcome
Not for ourselves alone.
The Street-Children's Dance
© Mathilde Blind
NOW the earth in fields and hills
Stirs with pulses of the Spring,
Next-embowering hedges ring
With interminable trills;
Sunlight runs a race with rain,
All the world grows young again.
