All Poems
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Robin Hood And The Potter
© Andrew Lang
In schomer, when the leves spryng,
The bloschems on every bowe,
So merey doyt the berdys syng
Yn wodys merey now.
Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown
© John Keats
I.
He is to weet a melancholy carle:
Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,
As hath the seeded thistle when in parle
The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
That bright triangle of scented bloom
That lies surrounded by grime and gloom?
Renaissance
© Thomas Sturge Moore
O happy soul, forget thy self!
This that has haunted all the past,
Agro-Dolce
© James Russell Lowell
One kiss from all others prevents me,
And sets all my pulses astir,
And burns on my lips and torments me:
'Tis the kiss that I fain would give her.
New Year
© Edith Nesbit
IN the coming year enfolded
Bright and sad hours lie,
Waiting till you reach and live them
As the year rolls by.
Storm, Momentary, Forever
© Boris Pasternak
Then summer said goodbye
to the station. Lifting its cap,
Look Seaward, Sentinel!
© Alfred Austin
I
Look seaward, Sentinel, and tell the land
What you behold.
From Omar Khayyam
© Edward Fitzgerald
A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
In Fervent Praise Of Picnics
© James Whitcomb Riley
Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat.
I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than _eat_.
I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than go
With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick-Dog Show.
Hildebrand And Hellelil
© William Morris
Hellelil sitteth in bower there,
None knows my grief but God alone,
And seweth at the seam so fair,
I never wail my sorrow to any other one.
The Epic Of Sadness
© Nizar Qabbani
Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
it has taught me to read my coffee cups
thousands of times a night
to experiment with alchemy,
to visit fortune tellers
Clock Striking
© Charles Lamb
Did I hear the church-clock a few minutes ago,
I was asked, and I answered, I hardly did know,
But I thought that I heard it strike three.
Said my friend then, "The blessings we always possess
We know not the want of, and prize them the less;
The church-clock was no new sound to thee.
A Word In Season
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THIS is a day the Lord hath made."--Thus spake
The good religious heart, unstained, unworn,
Watching the golden glory of the morn.--
Since, on each happy day that came to break
The Ship Starting
© Walt Whitman
LO! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails-an ample
Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately-
below, emulous waves press forward,
They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.
Sonnet II
© Francis William Bourdillon
As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,
Though by the wind made restless as the wind,
By billows fretted and by rocks confined,
So strong, so deep, so wide my love for thee.
The Luck Of Edenhall
© Johann Ludwig Uhland
Of Edenhall, the youthful Lord
Bids sound the festal trumpet's call;
He rises at the banquet board,
And cries, 'mid the drunken revellers all,
"Now bring me the Luck of Edenhall!"
