All Poems
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The Brandy Glass
© Louis MacNeice
Only let it form within his hands once more -
The moment cradled like a brandy glass.
Nova Scotia
© James McIntyre
If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,
We'll gladly let you float away
From out our Confederation;
You sicken us with sily agitation.
If any more our patience you do tax
We'll let you go to Halifax.
Ave Atque Vale
© Padraic Colum
THOROUGH waters, thorough nations I have come
To lay last offerings at your low abode,
Brother, and to appeal
To ashes that were you.
Down By the Carib Sea
© James Weldon Johnson
Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
To see thee once more take thy throne.
The Curlew Song
© Henry Kendall
The viewless blast flies moaning past,
Away to the forest trees,
Where giant pines and leafless vines
Hymn X: Ye Thirsty For God, to Jesus Give Ear
© Charles Wesley
Ye thirsty for God, To Jesus give ear,
And take, through his blood, A power to draw near;
His kind invitation Ye sinners embrace,
Accepting salvation, Salvation by grace.
The Last Buccaneer
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,
The sky was black and drear,
When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship without a name
Alongside the last Buccaneer.
Winter
© William Morris
I am Winter, that do keep
Longing safe amidst of sleep:
Who shall say if I were dead
What should be remembered?
At Her Door
© Roderic Quinn
OPEN! Open! Open!
I am here at your door outside;
The sea's blue tide flows speedily,
And ebbs a thin red tide."
Resigned
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
My babe was moaning in its sleep,
I leaned and kissed it where it lay,
My pain was such I could not weep,
Oh, would God take my child away?
He had so many round his throne-
If He took mine-I stood alone!
The Death-Day Of Korner
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A song for the death-day of the brave
A song of pride!
The youth went down to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
Country Letter
© John Clare
Dear brother robin this comes from us all
With our kind love and could Gip write and all
Devotion. -- A Vision
© Gerald Griffin
Methought I roved on shining walks,
'Mid odorous groves and wreathed bowers.
Calais, August 1802
© William Wordsworth
When truth, when sense, when liberty were flown,
What hardship had it been to wait an hour?
Shame on you, feeble Heads, to slavery prone!
After Heine: Countess Jutta
© John Hay
The Countess Jutta passed over the Rhine
In a light canoe by the moon's pale shine.
The Poet
© Haniel Long
I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
