All Poems
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The Building Of The Temple
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O Lord our God, we are strangers before Thee, and sojourners, as were
all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is
none abiding.
The Knight And The Lady
© William Makepeace Thackeray
There's in the Vest a city pleasant
To vich King Bladud gev his name,
And in that city there's a Crescent
Vere dwelt a noble knight of fame.
Sunday: New Guinea
© Karl Shapiro
The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers,
The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn,
From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs,
Each to his kind of service comes to worship Him.
To Any One
© George MacDonald
Go not forth to call Dame Sorrow
From the dim fields of Tomorrow;
Let her roam there all unheeded,
She will come when she is needed;
Then, when she draws near thy door,
She will find God there before.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13:
© Conrad Aiken
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.
The stars whirl out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us. A vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
Ballade Of Ancient Acts
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Prince, though our children laugh "Ho! Ho!"
At us who gleefully would fall
For acts that played the Long Ago,
Into the night go one and all.
A Valentine
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YE are twa laddies unco gleg,
An' blithe an' bonnie:
As licht o' heel as Anster's Meg;--
Gin ye'd a lassie's favor beg,
I' faith she couldna stir a peg
Ance lookin' on ye!
Lines For A Sun-Dial
© Alfred Noyes
With shadowy pen I write,
Till time be done,
Good news of some strange light,
Some far off sun.
With A Rose From Conway Castle
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
On hoary Conway's battlemented height,
O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose!
The Reward of Merit
© William Schwenck Gilbert
DR. BELVILLE was regarded as the CRICHTON of his age:
His tragedies were reckoned much too thoughtful for the stage;
The Destroyer
© Robert Laurence Binyon
He stands on high in the torch--glare,
With planted feet, with lifted axe.
Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air;
Beneath, the old wall that gapes and cracks.
On Pressing Some Flowers
© Henry Timrod
So, they are dead! Love! when they passed
From thee to me, our fingers met;
O withered darlings of the May!
I feel those fairy fingers yet.
Handsome Nell
© Robert Burns
O, once I lov'd a bonnie lass,
Aye, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast
I'll love my handsome Nell.
The Soul
© Arthur Rimbaud
Eternal Undines, split the pure water.
Venus, sister of azure, stir up the clear wave.
Madam's Past History
© Langston Hughes
My name is Johnson--
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I'm smart that way.
