All Poems
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The Almacks Adieu
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Your Fanny was never false-hearted,
And this she protests and she vows,
Vanitas
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Beyond the need of weeping,
Beyond the reach of hands,
May she be quietly sleeping,
In what dim nebulous lands?
Ah, she who understands!
The Victoria, Lost Off Tripoli, June,1893
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Heroes, whose days are told,
Above whose bodies brave
Presses the heavy, cold,
And quenching wave!
The Cost Of Praise
© Edgar Albert Guest
THIS morning came a man to me, his smile was wonderful to see,
He shook my hand and doffed his hat then promptly took a chair;
Meditation For His Mistress
© Robert Herrick
You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.
To A Vers Librist
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"Oh bard," I said, "your verse is free;
The shackles that encumber me,
The fetters that are my obsession,
Are never gyves to your expression.
Not In This Chamber
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not in this chamber only at my birth-
When the long hours of that mysterious night
Song of Nature
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.
John Adams Monarchical Ideas
© Mercy Otis Warren
SIR:- You complain that I have asserted that a partiality for monarchy appeared in your conduct
Anhelli - Chapter 10
© Juliusz Slowacki
And lo, those exiles in the snowy tabernacle,
in the absence of the Shaman, had begun to quarrel among themselves,
and had divided into three groups ;
but each of these groups thought of the deliverance of the fatherland.
Hymn XIII: Happy Soul that Free from Harms
© Charles Wesley
Live, till all thy life I know,
Perfect through my Lord below,
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gathered to the fold above.
Stillborn
© Sylvia Plath
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out on walking about like people
It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.
To A Butterfly
© William Wordsworth
STAY near me--do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Steam In the Desert
© Ebenezer Elliott
"God made all nations of one blood,"
And bade the nation-wedding flood
Bear good for good to men:
Lo, interchange is happiness! -
The mindless are the riverless!
The shipless have no pen!
I approach and I withdraw
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Me acerco y me retiro:
¿quién sino yo hallar puedo
a la ausencia en los ojos
la presencia en lo lejos?
To William Camden
© Benjamin Jonson
Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe
All that I am in arts, all that I know
Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:
How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,
A Valentine [From an old Lover]
© Jessie Pope
Estelle, when you and I were rising nine
Perhaps you'd rather I suppressed the date
Butterflies
© Alfred Noyes
Where were all the butterflies
When the skies
Clouded and their bowers of clover
Bowed beneath the golden shower?
Every flower
Shook and the rose was brimming over.
