All Poems
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Banished from Massachusetts
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Over the threshold of his pleasant home
Set in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,
The Lily of Yorrow
© Henry Van Dyke
DEEP in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing;
Blue is its cup as the sky, and with mystical odor oerflowing;
Faintly it falls through the shadowy glades when the south wind is blowing;
The Mourner For The Barmecides
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"And shall I not rejoice to go, when the noble and the brave,
With the glory on their brows, are gone before me to the grave?
What is there left to look on now, what brightness in the land?–
I hold in scorn the faded world, that wants their princely band!
The Dark That Was Is Here
© Eli Siegel
A girl, in ancient Greece,
Be sure, had no more peace
Than one in Idaho.
To feel and yet to know
Olney Hymn 47: The Hidden Life
© William Cowper
To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!
Nor less to praise Him when He grants
Beyond what I can ask.
Couplet 5
© Amir Khusro
Farsi Couplet:
Zabaan-e yaar-e mun Turkie, wa mun Turkie nami daanum,
Che khush boodi agar boodi zabaanash dar dahanay mun.
For A Marriage Of St. Catherine By Hans Memmelinck
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(In the Hospital of St. John at Bruges)
MYSTERY: Catherine the bride of Christ.
Maker of Heaven and Earth [All things bright and beautiful]
© Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
The Curve Of Your Eyes
© Paul Eluard
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
A ring of sweetness and dance
halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived through
Its that your eyes have not always been mine.
Unencouraged Aspiration
© Madison Julius Cawein
Is mine the part of no companion hand
Of help, except my shadow's silent self?
A moonlight traveller in Fancy's land
Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf;
Seeking For Happiness
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
The Dead Day
© Madison Julius Cawein
The west builds high a sepulcher
Of cloudy granite and of gold,
Where twilight's priestly hours inter
The Day like some great king of old.
Another
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Tis a moon-tinted primrose, with a well
Of trembling dew; in its soft atmosphere,
The Spell Is Broke, The Charm Is Flown!
© George Gordon Byron
The spell is broke; the charm is flown!
Thus is it with life's fitful fever:
We madly smile when we should groan:
Delirium is our best deceiver.
Vanitie
© George Herbert
The fleet Astronomer can bore
And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde
