All Poems
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© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Die Weiber koennen nichts als plagen.
Der Satz sagt viel und ist nicht neu.
Doch, Freunde, koennt ihr mir nicht sagen,
Welch Weib das schlimmste sei?
To Thomas Clarkson
© William Wordsworth
ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE
MARCH 1807
CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:
How toilsome--nay, how dire--it was, by thee
Edward
© Caroline Norton
HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again.
The Rambo-Tree
© James Whitcomb Riley
_For just two truant lads like we_,
_When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
_There's enough for you and enough for me_--
_It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_.
Waves
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
ALL day the waves assailed the rock,
I heard no church-bell chime;
The sea-beat scorns the minster clock
And breaks the glass of Time.
Nature's Hymn to the Deity
© John Clare
All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
Caged Skylark
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
Mans mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,
dwells
That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out lifes age.
Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son
© Sir Philip Sidney
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,
The Golden Light
© Sri Aurobindo
Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
A calm illumination and a flame.
Thunder At Midnight
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AT midnight wakening, through my startled brain
The sudden thunder crashed a chord of pain;
I rose, and, awe-struck, hearkened. Overhead
In one long, loud, reverberant peal of dread,
At the Desk
© Theodor Storm
I spent the entire day in official details;
And it almost pulled me down like the others:
I felt that tiny insane voluptuousness,
Getting this done, finally finishing that.
The Sleep of Sigismund
© Jean Ingelow
The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.
In Praise Of Truth And Simplicity In Song
© Eugene Field
Oh, for the honest, blithesome times
Of bosky Sherwood long ago,
Airs For The Lute
© Arthur Symons
All, that hands upon the lute
Helped the voices to declare,
Voices mute
But for this, might I not share,
If, alas, I could but suit-
Hand and voice unto the lute!
None Other Lamb
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other hope in Heavn or earth or sea,
None other hiding place from guilt and shame,
None beside Thee!
The Poem Speaks
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Poet, ere you write me,
Stem the flowing ink;
Or that you indite me
Pause upon the brink.
Sonnet 7
© Richard Barnfield
Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art
The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile,