All Poems
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"I Was Born In the Right Time..."
© Anna Akhmatova
I was born in the right time, in whole,
Only this time is one that is blessed,
But great God did not let my poor soul
Live without deceit on this earth.
In Time of Sorrow
© Robert Fuller Murray
Despair is in the suns that shine,
And in the rains that fall,
This sad forsaken soul of mine
Is weary of them all.
On The Brink
© Charles Stuart Calverley
I watch'd her as she stoopd to pluck
A wild flower in her hair to twine;
The Adopted Child
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Why wouldst thou leave me, oh! gentle child?
Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild,
A straw-roof'd cabin, with lowly wallâ
Mine is a fair and a pillar'd hall,
Where many an image of marble gleams,
And the sunshine of picture for ever streams."
Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery
© Du Fu
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on the
myriad doors of the palace, and the moon's light increases as she moves into
the ninefold sky. Unable to sleep, I seem to hear the sound of the bronze-clad
For A Child
© Harriet Monroe
Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
Though it is day,
Though through the window flares the gaudy day.
From Afar
© Rabindranath Tagore
The 'I' that floats along the wave of time,
From a distance I watch him.
With the dust and the water,
With the fruit and the flower,
A Redeemer
© Robinson Jeffers
But when I am dead and all you with whole
hands think of nothing but happiness,
Will you go mad and kill each other? Or horror come over
the ocean on wings and cover your sun?
I wish," he said trembling, "I had never been born."
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Second Dialogue=
© Giordano Bruno
MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which is
written: Levius aura; which means that Divine love does not weigh down,
nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but
raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.
The Beggar Maid
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go
To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe.
Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the middle of the town,
From its fountains in the hills,
Tumbling through the narrow gorge,
The Canneto rushes down,
Turns the great wheels of the mills,
Lifts the hammers of the forge.
The Wraith
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ah me, it is cold and chill
And the fire sobs low in the grate,
While the wind rides by on the hill,
And the logs crack sharp with hate.
To My Dog,"Quien Sabe"
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
(In the Happy Hunting Grounds)
Did the phantom hills seem strange, Quien,
When you left the light for the ghostly land?
Do you dream of the open range, Quien,
The tang of sage and the sun-warmed sand?
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius
© Robert Browning
Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.
Out With The World
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I'm out with all the world to-day,
So all the world to me is grey,
The Wind's Royalty
© William Wilfred Campbell
This summer day is all one palace rare,
Builded by architects of life unseen,
Time, Real And Imaginary. An Allegory
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
On the wide level of a mountain's head
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place),
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
