All Poems
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To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My
© Richard Lovelace
I.
If teares could wash the ill away,
A pearle for each wet bead I'd pay;
But as dew'd corne the fuller growes,
So water'd eyes but swell our woes.
"Let Us Give Thanks"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
For the courage which comes when we call,
While troubles like hailstones fall;
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XX. -- Einar Tamberskelv
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was Einar Tamberskelver
Stood beside the mast;
On Receiving Hayley's Picture
© William Cowper
In language warm as could be breathed or penned
Thy picture speaks the original my friend,
Not by those looks that indicate thy mind,
They only speak thee friend of all mankind;
Expression here more soothing still I see,
That friend of all, a partial friend to me.
A La Traicion De Una Hermosa
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Tú que prendiste ayer los aurorales
Fulgores del amor en mi ventana;
Tú, bella infiel, adoración lejana
Madona de eucologios y misales:
Sparrow Hills
© Boris Pasternak
Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap!
Summers stream wont run for ever.
A Wink From Hesper
© William Ernest Henley
A wink from Hesper, falling
Fast in the wintry sky,
Comes through the even blue,
Dear, like a word from you
Is it good-bye?
On The Field Of Waterloo
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
So then, the name which travels side by side
With English life from childhoodWaterloo
Seus olhos
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
Seus olhos tão negros, tão belos, tão puros,
De vivo luzir,
Estrelas incertas, que as águas dormentes
Do mar vão ferir;
O Cup Bearer
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
The heavens' green sea and the bark therein,
The slender bark of the crescent moon,
Are lost in thy bounty's radiant noon,
Vizir and pilgrim, Kawameddin!
Autumn Evening
© Viggo Stuckenberg
The sun has set. Around the tower creeps night's forest of darkness.
Ghost-Flowers
© Mary Thacher Higginson
IN shining groups, each stem a pearly ray,
Weird flecks of light within the shadowed wood,
The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I bore with thee long weary days and nights,
Through many pangs of heart, through many tears;
I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights,
For three and thirty years.
From A Window In Princes Street
© William Ernest Henley
Above the Crags that fade and gloom
Starts the bare knee of Arthur's Seat;
My Lady
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Perdite, señora, quiero
de mi silencio perdón,
si lo que ha sido atención
le hace parecer grosero.
The Naughty Little Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
When a naughty little fellow stands ashamed in front of you
And his lips begin to quiver and he's ready to boo-hoo,
When his big round eyes are filling with the tears he cannot check,
And at last you find him sobbing with his arms around your neck,
Don't you get a tender feeling sort of stealing over you,
Till you feel like crying with him? Well, you bet your life I do.
A Departure
© Rudyard Kipling
Since first the White Horse Banner blew free,
By Hengist's horde unfurled,
The Cloud Messenger - Part 04
© Kalidasa
The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelles, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.
AN ELEGY Upon the L. Bishop of London John King
© Henry King
Sad Relick of a blessed Soul! whose trust
We sealed up in this religious dust.
O do not thy low Exequies suspect
As the cheap arguments of our neglect.
The Mad Wanderer
© Amelia Opie
There came to Grasmere's pleasant vale
A stranger maid in tatters clad,
Whose eyes were wild, whose cheek was pale,
While oft she cried, "Poor Kate is mad!"
