All Poems
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The City (2)
© Archibald Lampman
Canst thou not rest, O city,
That liest so wide and fair;
Shall never an hour bring pity,
Nor end be found for care?
Twilight
© Sara Teasdale
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling,
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
The Substitute
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!
The bitter, bitter doom!
What hast thou done to tempt this ghastly end--
This death of shame and gloom?
When I Was an Editor
© Stephan Stephansson
So maudlin, with pity and pathos I stood
If someone who erred got the lashes;
If hanged, I'd weep over the ashes.
With vocal dispraise such injustice I viewed
A Christmas Lyric
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THO' the Earth with age seems whitened,
And her tresses hoary and old
No longer are flushed mad brightened
By glintings of brown or gold,
Bathing In The River
© Abraham Cowley
The fish around her crowded, as they do
To the false light that treacherous fisher shew,
Song Of The Wild Bushman
© Thomas Pringle
Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
And fields of foodful grain;
Inscription-For the relief by Preston Powers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Eagle, stooping from yon snow-blown peaks,
For the wild hunter and the Bison seeks,
In the changed world below; and finds alone
Their graven semblance in the eternal stone.
Wold Friends A-Met
© William Barnes
Aye, vull my heart's blood now do roll,
An' gaÿ do rise my happy soul,
The Columbine
© Jones Very
Still, still my eye will gaze long fixed on thee,
Till I forget that I am called a man,
The Rose And The Fern
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LADY, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn,
Come thou with me to Love's enchanted bower
High overhead the trellised roses burn;
Beneath thy feet behold the feathery fern,--
A leaf without a flower.
The Flatting-Mill. An Illustration
© William Cowper
When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.
Vicksburg.A Ballad
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FOR sixty days and upwards,
A storm of shell and shot
Rained round us in a flaming shower,
But still we faltered not.
This Evenings Light Is Golden Bright
© Anna Akhmatova
This evening's light is golden bright,
The Aprils coolness is so tender,
Though you are many years too late,
I still do welcome you to enter.
My Religion
© Edgar Albert Guest
My religion's lovin' God, who made us, one and all,
Who marks, no matter where it be, the humble sparrow's fall;
An' my religion's servin' Him the very best I can
By not despisin' anything He made, especially man!
It's lovin' sky an' earth an' sun an' birds an' flowers an' trees,
But lovin' human beings more than any one of these.
The Dreamboat
© Sri Aurobindo
Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire,
With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?
Melted was the silence into a sweet secret murmur,
"Do you come now? Is the heart's fire ready?"
