All Poems
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May Is A Pious Fraud
© James Russell Lowell
MaY is a pious fraud of the almanac.
A ghastly parody of real Spring
To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund
© James Clerk Maxwell
O wretched race of men, to space confined!
What honour can ye pay to him, whose mind
To that which lies beyond hath penetrated?
The symbols he bath formed shall sound his praise,
And lead him on through unimagined ways
To conquests new, in worlds not yet created.
Thoughts on Predestination and Reprobation : Part III.
© John Byrom
Whereas, this Reprobation Doctrine, here,
Not only Sense and Reason would cashier;
To A Young Lady, Who Was Fond Of Fortune-Telling
© Matthew Prior
You, Madam, may, with safety go
Decrees of destiny to know;
The Purple Cow Parodies
© Carolyn Wells
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
On The Sight Of Swans In Kensington Gardens
© Charles Lamb
Queen-bird, that sittest on thy shining nest
And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest,
Her Going
© Eleanor Agnes Lee
The Wife
Child, why do you linger beside her portal?
None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor*
All is dark, hidden in heaviest leafage.
None shall behold you.
Damon vs. Pythias
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Two better friends you wouldn't pass
Throughout a summer's day,
Than DAMON and his PYTHIAS, -
Two merchant princes they.
The Divine Right Of Kings
© Edgar Allan Poe
The only king by right divine
Is Ellen King, and were she mine
I'd strive for liberty no more,
But hug the glorious chains I wore.
Song Of The Highest Tower
© Arthur Rimbaud
Idle youth
Enslaved to everything,
By being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.
Ah ! Let the time come
When hearts are enamoured.
Sunny New South Wales
© Anonymous
We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,
And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earth;
This Is The Horror That, Night After Night
© Gerald Gould
For God's sake, if you sin, take pleasure in it,
And do it for the pleasure. Do not say:
'Behold the spirit's liberty! -- a minute
Will see the earthly vesture break away
And God shine through.' Say: 'Here's a sin -- I'll sin it;
And there's the price of sinning -- and I'll pay.'
A Book of Wordsworth
© Leon Gellert
Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields
Are woven into my unworthy past.
The First School Day
© Alice Guerin Crist
We are saddling Don and Laddie,
Mid laughter, and fun and noise
And maybe, a sigh in passing
For vanished holiday joys.
Interlude
© William Ernest Henley
O, the fun, the fun and frolic
That The Wind that Shakes the Barley
Scatters through a penny-whistle
Tickled with artistic fingers!
On Something, That Walks Somewhere
© Benjamin Jonson
At court I met it, in clothes brave enough
To be a courtier, and looks grave enough
Jinggang Mountain
© Mao Zedong
Below the hills fly flags and banners,
Above the hilltops sounds bugles and drums.
