All Poems
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The Loves of the Angels
© Thomas Moore
Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
© Victor Marie Hugo
For centuries past this war-madness
Has laid hold of each combative race,
While our God takes but heed of the flower,
And that sun, moon, and stars keep their place.
Years After the War In Australia
© Henry Lawson
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,
And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track: By God, its a Christmas spree!
The Death Of The Rose
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ah! life, dear life, thy summer days have flown
Swiftly yet all too late, for they did wither.
Joy should be joy for one short hour alone,
Or it will lose its loveliness for ever.
Fifth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
"The livelong night we've toiled in vain,
But at Thy gracious word
I will let down the net again:-
Do Thou Thy will, O Lord!"
You
© Nazim Hikmet
You are my enslavement and my freedom
You are my flesh burning like a raw summer night
Mirls
© George MacDonald
The stars are steady abune;
I' the water they flichter and flee;
But, steady aye, luikin doon
They ken theirsels i' the sea.
American Academy Centennial Celebration
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SIRE, son, and grandson; so the century glides;
Three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand;
Silent as midnight's falling meteor slides
Into the stillness of the far-off land;
How dim the space its little arc has spanned!
Christmas Meditation
© George MacDonald
He who by a mother's love
Made the wandering world his own,
Every year comes from above,
Comes the parted to atone,
Binding Earth to the Father's throne.
The Cubical Domes
© David Gascoyne
Indeed indeed it is growing very sultry
The indian feather pots are scrambling out of the room
Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
The Fortitude Of The North
© Herman Melville
_Under the Disaster of the Second Manassas_
They take no shame for dark defeat
In Quest
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee
On the great waters of the unsounded sea,
How the Whale Got His Throat
© Rudyard Kipling
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside
Columbus
© James Russell Lowell
One poor day!--
Remember whose and not how short it is!
It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
Is more than time enough to find a world.
Trust
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The same old baffling questions! O my friend,
I cannot answer them. In vain I send
Master And Servant
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The devil to Bacchus said, one day,
In a scowling, growling, petulant way,
Success And Failure
© Edgar Albert Guest
I do not think all failure's undeserved,
And all success is merely someone's luck;
Some men are down because they were unnerved,
And some are up because they kept their pluck.
Some men are down because they chose to shirk;
Some men are high because they did their work.
The Sailor's Mother
© William Wordsworth
. ONE morning (raw it was and wet--
A foggy day in winter time)
A Woman on the road I met,
Not old, though something past her prime:
Majestic in her person, tall and straight;
And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait.
