All Poems
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Written At TunbridgeWells, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North
© Mary Barber
Faint--Fair, and act a Play.
In some few Hours we must repair,
To act, like Thespis, in the Fair:
And, as our Stage is of a Piece
From The Spanish Of Pedro De Castro Y Anaya
© William Cullen Bryant
Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave
The lovely vale that lies around thee.
Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve,
When but a fount the morning found thee?
Al Claro De Luna (In The Light Of The Moon)
© Delmira Agustini
La luna es pálida y triste, la luna es exangüe y yerta.
La media luna figúraseme un suave perfil de muerta…
Yo que prefiero a la insigne palidez encarecida
De todas las perlas árabes, la rosa recién abierta,
Bring Perfumes Sweet To Me
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
My heart threw back the veil of woe,
Consoled by Hafiz melody:
From out the street of So-and-So,
Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me!
Thomas Decker: VIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
O sweetest heart of all thy time save one,
Star seen for loves sake nearest to the sun,
Hung lamplike oer a dense and doleful city,
Not Shakespeares very spirit, howeer more great,
Than thine toward man was more compassionate,
Nor gave Christ praise from lips more sweet with pity.
Snow Storm
© John Clare
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops
To howl more loud, while the snow volley keeps
The Nancy's Pride
© Bliss William Carman
ON the long slow heave of a lazy sea,
To the flap of an idle sail,
The Nancy's Pride went out on the tide;
And the skipper stood by the rail.
We Were Pharaoh's Bondmen
© John Newton
Beneath the tyrant Satan's yoke
Our souls were long oppressed;
Till grace our galling fetters broke,
And gave the weary rest.
A Close Finish
© Jessie Pope
["A marriage is arranged between Miss Diana Dashington and Lord Broadacres."]
The race of the season is over ;
Only Love May Lead Love In
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Love must kiss that mortals eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
With Pipe And Flute
© Henry Austin Dobson
WITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan
Of old made music sweet for man;
On Certain Pastorals
© William Shenstone
So rude and tuneless are thy lays,
The weary audience vow
'Tis not th' Arcadian swain that sings,
But 'tis his herds that low.
A Las Provincianas Martires
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mas entrañables provincianas mías:
no sospeché alabar vuestro suicidio
en las facinerosas tropelías.
How Salvator Won
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,
More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.
I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout
Went up from the people who watched me ride out;
And the cheers that rang forth from that warm-hearted crowd,
Were as earnest as those to which monarch e'er bowed.
The Progress Of Marriage
© Jonathan Swift
So have I seen within a pen,
Young ducklings fostered by a hen;
But when let out, they run and muddle,
As instinct leads them, in a puddle;
The sober hen, not born to swim,
With mournful note clucks round the brim.
To My Mother Earth
© George MacDonald
O Earth, Earth, Earth,
I am dying for love of thee,
For thou hast given me birth,
And thy hands have tended me.
April Treason
© John Crowe Ransom
So he took her as anointed
In the part he had appointed,
She was lips for smiling faintly,
Eyes to look and level quaintly,
Length of limb and splendors of the bust
Which he honored as he must.
The Orphan
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alone, alone! - no other face
Wears kindred smile, kindred line;
