All Poems
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Lines on the Death of Julia
© Thomas Love Peacock
Accept, bright spirit, reft in life's best bloom
This votive wreath to thy untimely tomb.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
SONNET IN ASSONANCE
A thousand bluebells blossom in the wood,
Shut in a tangled brake of briar roses,
And guarded well from every wanton foot,
The Banquet
© George Herbert
Welcome sweet and sacred cheer,
Welcome deare;
With me, in me, live and dwell:
For thy neatnesse passeth sight,
Thy delight
Passeth tongue to taste or tell.
Mai
© François Coppée
Depuis un mois, chère exilée,
Loin de mes yeux tu t'en allas,
Et j'ai vu fleurir les lilas
Avec ma peine inconsolée.
For Ever
© Henry Kendall
OUT of the body for ever,
Wearily sobbing, Oh, whither?
A Soul that hath wasted its chances
Floats on the limitless ether.
An Answer
© Zbigniew Herbert
This will be a night in deep snow
which has the power to muffle steps
in deep shadow transforming
bodies to two puddles of darkness
we lie holding our breath
and even the slightest whisper of thought
Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I am pale with sick desire,
For my heart is far away
To Emilia Lovatelli,
© Frances Anne Kemble
WEEPING BY SHELLEY'S GRAVE IN THE PROTESTANT CEMETERY OF ROME.
Our Last Grand Camping Ground
© Henry Clay Work
On a pebly shore, where forevermore
Gently creeps a music laden wave -
Villon
© Basil Bunting
He whom we anatomized
whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers
and thought on his wit and how neatly he described things
speaks
to us, hatching marrow,
broody all night over the bones of a deadman.
Italy : 14. Venice
© Samuel Rogers
There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.
My Love
© James Russell Lowell
Not as all other women are
Is she that to my soul is dear;
Her glorious fancies come from far,
Beneath the silver evening-star,
And yet her heart is ever near.
Sonnet LXX: The Hill Summit
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
This feast-day of the sun, his altar there
In the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;
The Defenders
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Leave me my dreams, and I shall not repine;
Youth's eager hours, love's restless holiday.
The Miracle Of The Dawn
© Madison Julius Cawein
What would it mean for you and me
If dawn should come no more!
Think of its gold along the sea,
Its rose above the shore!
That rose of awful mystery,
Our souls bow down before.
Fata Morgana
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A blue-eyed phantom far before
Is laughing, leaping toward the sun:
Like lead I chase it evermore,
I pant and run.
Love of Fame, The Universal Passion (excerpt)
© Edward Young
Man's rich with little, were his judgment true;
Nature is frugal, and her wants are few;
Rings
© Arthur Symons
I have a morbid fear of these my ancient rings.
Have I not found subtle poison in many a gem?
