All Poems
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A Song Of Parting
© Edith Nesbit
QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song
The richest crown a poet ever wore,
Since I have given you songs a whole year long,
Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more.
For Class Meeting
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,
To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,
Metamorphoses: Book The First
© Ovid
OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work compleat:
To Ferdinand Seymour
© Caroline Norton
In sweet contrast are ye met,
Such as heart could ne'er forget:
Thou art brilliant as a flower,
Crimsoning in the sunny hour;
Merry as a singing-bird,
In the green wood sweetly heard;
Hardcastle Crags
© Sylvia Plath
Flintlike, her feet struck
Such a racket of echoes from the steely street,
Tacking in moon-blued crooks from the black
Stone-built town, that she heard the quick air ignite
Its tinder and shake
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHEN Turnus had assembled all his powrs,
His standard planted on Laurentums towrs;
Ode
© Frances Anne Kemble
With lighter toil than that of brain or heart,
In the sweet pause of outward life takes part;
And hope, and fear,desire, love, joy, and sorrow,
Wait, 'neath sleep's downy wings, the coming morrow.
Peace upon earth, profoundest peace in heaven,
Praises the God of Peace, by whom 'tis given.
The Other Two
© Sylvia Plath
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos,
Cool as the pearled interior of a conch.
Thebais - Book One - part V
© Pablius Papinius Statius
The king once more the solemn rites requires,
And bids renew the feasts, and wake the fires.
Ode To Broken Things
© Pablo Neruda
Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
The Ballad Of The Murdered Merchant
© Franklin Pierce Adams
All stark and cold the merchant lay,
All cold and stark lay he.
And who hath killed the fair merchant?
Now tell the truth to me.
The Condolence
© Ezra Pound
O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,
A lot of asses praise you because you are 'virile',
We, you, I! We are 'Red Bloods'!
Imagine it, my fellow sufferers
Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck,
Who'd have foreseen it?
L'Albatros (The Albatross)
© Charles Baudelaire
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto X.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II The Devices
Love, kiss'd by Wisdom, wakes twice Love,
And Wisdom is, thro' loving, wise.
Let Dove and Snake, and Snake and Dove,
This Wisdom's be, that Love's device.
A Mock Charon. Dialogue
© Richard Lovelace
CHORUS.
Thus man, his honor lost, falls on these shelves;
Furies and fiends are still true to themselves.
The Mountain (excerpts)
© William Ellery Channing
…Once we built our fortress where you see
Yon group of spruce-trees sidewise on the line
The Girt Wold House O Mossy Stwone
© William Barnes
The girt wold house o' mossy stwone,
Up there upon the knap alwone,
Breitmann In Belgium. Gent.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
If I hat gold, as I hafe time,
I tells you how 'tvere shpent,
On efery year I'd shtay a week
In Vlanderen's hoofstad, Gent.
