All Poems
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A Fable
© Jane Taylor
ONE day a sage knocked at a chemist's door,
Bringing a curious compound to explore.--
Patience
© Edith Wharton
PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.
The Colubriad
© William Cowper
Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast;
There's Whisky In The Jar
© Anonymous
As I was a-crossin' the Abercrombie Mountains,
I met Sir Frederick Pottinger, and his money he was countin'.
I first drew me blunderbuss and then I drew me sabre
Sayin', "Stand and deliver-oh! for I'm your bold decayver."
'Lets Be Fools To-Night'
© Henry Lawson
Lily days and rose days:
Youthful days so bright;
We were fools in those days,
Lets be fools to-night.
The Phantom of the Rose
© Théophile Gautier
Sweet lady, let your lids unclose.--
Those lids by maiden dreams caressed;
I am the phantom of the rose
You wore last night upon your breast.
Elegy
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The little waves fall in the wintry light
On idle sands along the bitter shore.
The piling clouds are all a pale suspended flight;
They tarry and are moved no more.
Childless
© Edgar Albert Guest
If certain folks that I know well
Should come to me their woes to tell
Dear Savior Of A Dying World
© Anna Laetitia Waring
“The Lord is risen.”
Dear Savior of a dying world,
Poet's Song
© Karle Wilson Baker
Droppd feather from the wings of God
My little songs and snatches are,
Laburnums
© Padraic Colum
OVER old walls the Laburnums
hang cones of fire;
Laburnums that grow out of old
mould in old gardens:
The Home-Coming
© Edith Nesbit
This was our house. To this we came
Lighted by love with torch aflame,
And in this chamber, door locked fast,
I held you to my heart at last.
To A Lady Who Spoke Slightingly Of Poets
© Washington Allston
Oh, censure not the Poet's art,
Nor think it chills the feeling heart
To love the gentle Muses.
Can that which in a stone or flower,
As if by transmigrating power,
His gen'rous soul infuses;
Not Worth the toil!
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
NOT all the sum of earthly happiness
Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain,
And if I sell for wine my dervish dress,
Worth more than what I sell is what I gain!
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Who might describe the humours of that night,
The mirth, the tragedy, the grave surprise,
The treasures of fair folly infinite
Learned as a lesson from those childlike eyes?
Sonnet 4: Virtue, Alas
© Sir Philip Sidney
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest.
Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit.
If vain love have my simple soul oppress'd,
Leave what thou likest not, deal not thou with it.
Upon the Epiphany, and the Three Wise Men of the East coming to Worship Jesus
© Jeremy Taylor
A comet dangling in the aire,
Presag'd the ruine both of Death and Sin;
Sonnet 32: The Children of the Night
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Oh for a poetfor a beacon bright
To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray;
