All Poems
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Tender Heartedness
© Harry Graham
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
Idyll XXIII. Love Avenged
© Theocritus
A lad deep-dipt in passion pined for one
Whose mood was froward as her face was fair.
Lovers she loathed, for tenderness she had none:
Ne'er knew what Love was like, nor how he bare
A bow, and arrows to make young maids smart:
Proof to all speech, all access, seemed her heart.
Da Leetla Boy
© Thomas Augustine Daly
Da spreeng ees com; but oh, da joy
Eet ees too late!
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.
To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor)
© George Meredith
When I remember, friend, whom lost I call,
Because a man beloved is taken hence,
An Invitation
© Frances Anne Kemble
Come where the white waves dance along the shore
Of some lone isle, lost in the unknown seas;
"They are so glad of a young companion"
© Lesbia Harford
They are so glad of a young companion,
They hail and bless me, these boys of mine,
And I whose pathway was dark and lonely
Have no more need of the sun to shine.
The New Cry
© Benjamin Jonson
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone;
Unto the cries of London I'll add one;
After Her Going
© Francis Thompson
The after-even! Ah, did I walk,
Indeed, in her or even?
For nothing of me or around
But absent She did leaven,
Felt in my body as its soul,
And in my soul its heaven.
On An Infant Which Died Before Baptism
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'Be, rather than be call'd, a child of God,'
Death whisper'd!--with assenting nod,
Its head upon its mother's breast,
The Baby bow'd, without demur--
Of the kingdom of the Blest
Possessor, not inheritor.
From 'She Stoops to Conquer' A Song
© Oliver Goldsmith
Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Disappointment
© Robert Laurence Binyon
And were they but for this, those passionate schemes
Of joy, that I have nursed? indeed for this
That longings, day and night, have filled my dreams?
Now it has come, the hour of bliss,
How different it seems!
The Message Of The Lilies
© Madison Julius Cawein
My soul and I went walking
Beneath the moon of Spring;
The lilies pale were talking,
Were faintly murmuring.
Cross-Roads
© Mathilde Blind
The rain beat in our faces,
And shrill the wild airs grew;
The long-maned clouds in races
Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue.
Limerick: There Was a Young Lady of Wilts
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
There was a young lady of Wilts,
Who walked up to Scotland on stilts;
When they said it was shocking
To show so much stocking
She answered: "Then what about kilts?"
Sonnet XII. On The Same. (Being On The Detraction)
© John Milton
I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs
By the known rules of antient libertie,
When strait a barbarous noise environs me
Of Owles and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and Doggs.
