All Poems
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Who Made The Law ?
© Leslie Coulson
Who made the Law that men should die in shadows ?
Who spake the word that blood should splash in lanes ?
Who gave it forth that gardens should be bone-yards ?
Who spread the hills with flesh, and blood, and brains ?
Who made the Law ?
Bulla Ki Jana Main Kaun
© Bulleh Shah
Na main moman vich maseetan
Na main vich kufar dian reetan
Na main pakan vich paleetan
Come, Sinners, to the Gospel Feast
© Charles Wesley
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,
Let every soul be Jesu's guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
The Brave Old Ship, the Orient
© Robert Traill Spence Lowell
Woe for the brave ship Orient!
Woe for the old ship Orient!
For in broad, broad light, and with land in sight,
Where the waters bubbled white,
One great sharp shriek! One shudder of affright!
Anddown went the brave old ship, the Orient!
Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Hull
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a virulent bull;
But she seized on a spade,
And called out, 'Who's afraid?'
Which distracted that virulent bull.
Gentle Doctor Brown
© Bert Leston Taylor
It was a gentle sawbones and his name was Doctor Brown.
His auto was the terror of a small suburban town.
Goldfish
© Harold Monro
They are the angels of that watery world,
With so much knowledge that they just aspire
To move themselves on golden fins,
Or fill their paradise with fire
By darting suddenly from end to end.
Sonnet LVII. To Dependence
© Charlotte Turner Smith
DEPENDENCE! heavy, heavy are thy chains,
And happier they who from the dangerous sea,
Or the dark mine, procure with ceaseless pains
A hard-earn'd pittance--than who trust to thee!
Les Millwin
© Ezra Pound
The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.
The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins
Were seen lying along the upper seats
Like so many unused boas.
The Wild Huntsman
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour
If thou didst not hear the blast
Of the savage horn, from the mountain-tower,
As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass'd,
And the roar of the stormy chase went by,
Through the dark unquiet sky!
On A Music Box
© Frances Anne Kemble
Poor little sprite! in that dark, narrow cell
Caged by the law of man's resistless might!
Bayonet Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
For till you show me the Sacred Word
I'm for Peter and his good sword,
Only I hope if we'd drilled him here
He'd not have missed the head for the ear.
A Bear Family
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nen--when the Bear got 'way on top
The mountain, he heerd somepin' flop
Its wings--an' somepin' else he heerd
A-rattlin'-like.--An' he wuz _skeerd_,
An' looked 'way up, an'--_Mercy sake!_--
Cathchism
© John Keble
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain,
That the young mind at random floats,
And cannot reach the strain.
Hast Thou Forgotten Me?
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark
Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark
Paradise Lost : Book VI.
© John Milton
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,
Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,
Apres Trois Ans
© Paul Verlaine
When I had pushed the narrow garden-door,
Once more I stood within the green retreat;
Softly the morning sunshine lighted it,
And every flow'r a humid spangle wore.
