All Poems
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The Lost Thrill
© James Whitcomb Riley
I grow so weary, someway, of all things
That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,
Jack Roy
© Herman Melville
Kept up by relays of generations young
Never dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;
The Greatest Gift
© Blanche Edith Baughan
IF of us two might only one be glad,
Pain Id pursue, and struggle to be sad.
If of us two one only might be great,
Safely obscure Id triumph in my fate.
O Soul more dear than mine! if of us two
One only might love God, it should be you.
To Marie Louise (Shew)
© Edgar Allan Poe
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
How Many Seconds In A Minute?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
How many seconds in a minute?
Sixty, and no more in it.
In The Solitude
© John Hall Wheelock
You do not love me, and at last I know
How far lies the lost land for which I pine-
But in the lonely passion of my mood
I feel your pulses toward my pulses flow,
And the dear blood that, through your hand, to mine,
Whispers her pity in the solitude.
The Stream Is Flowing From The West
© Henry Timrod
The stream is flowing from the west;
As if it poured from yonder skies,
It wears upon its rippling breast
The sunset's golden dyes;
And bearing onward to the sea,
'T will clasp the isle that holdeth thee.
The Hollyhocks
© Craven Langstroth Betts
SOME space beyond the garden close
I sauntered down the shadowed lawn;
The Brus Book XI
© John Barbour
[Criticism of the compact about Stirling Castle]
And quhen this connand thus wes mad
A Cloud Of Darkness Has Appeared
© Hristo Botev
A cloud of darkness has appeared
from the mountains and the forest:
does it mean a gentle drizzle
or a terrifying tempest?
Morris Island
© William Gilmore Simms
Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed
In a good cause springs up to crown the land
With ever-during verdure, memory fed,
Wherever freedom rears one fearless band,
The genius, which makes sacred time and place,
Shaping the grand memorials of a race!
The Widow Of Glencoe
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Do not lift him from the bracken,
Leave him lying where he fell-
The Things That Count
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Now, dear, it isn't the bold things,
Great deeds of valour and might,
New Year's Eve
© Archibald Lampman
Once on the year's last eve in my mind's might
Sitting in dreams, not sad, nor quite elysian,
