All Poems
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Prologue For A Modern Painter
© Arthur Symons
Hear the hymn of the body of man:
This is how the world began;
In these tangles of mighty flesh
The stuff of the earth is moulded afresh.
The Murmuring of the Brooklet
© Theocritus
Sweeter, good shepherd, thy song
Than yonder gliding down of waters
From the rock above.
Christmas Eve
© Eugene Field
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
The evening shades are falling,--
Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
The voice of the Master calling?
In Autumn
© Madison Julius Cawein
Sunflowers wither and lilies die,
Poppies are pods of seeds;
The first red leaves on the pathway lie,
Like blood of a heart that bleeds.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe
© Stéphane Mallarme
Such as at last eternity transforms into Himself,
The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,
His century terrified at having ignored
Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
Mary in Bethlehem: A Nativity
© Arthur Symons
JOSEPH
The night is blue, with stars of gold;
The middle watch of night is past;
See now, it will be morning soon!
Yet there is time enough for sleep.
[He shuts the door, and stands near the manger. ]
Bereft.
© Arthur Henry Adams
FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead;
And ah, dear God! I cannot dream of her!
Now I shall see her always lying white
A frozen flower beneath a snow of flowers,
Sonnet I.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers;
The Autumn passes with its solemn sky;
The Winter comes again yet you and I
Know not the old companionship once ours.
Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders
© William Wordsworth
"WHO but hails the sight with pleasure
When the wings of genius rise,
Their ability to measure
With great enterprise;
Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
© John Keats
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
On The Banks O' Deer Crick
© James Whitcomb Riley
On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me!--
Worter slidin' past ye jes as clair as it kin be:--
The Lily of The Valley
© George MacDonald
There is not any weed but hath its shower,
There is not any pool but hath its star;
Song III. - Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dames
© William Shenstone
Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dames,
That rule o'er every British mind!
Be sure ye soothe their amorous flames,
Be sure your laws are not unkind:
The Net
© Sara Teasdale
I MADE you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;
Songs of the Voices of Birds: Introduction
© Jean Ingelow
CHILD AND BOATMAN.
“Martin, I wonder who makes all the songs.”
The House Of Falling Leaves
© William Stanley Braithwaite
If change and fate and hapless circumstance
May baffle and perplex the moaning sea,
And day and night in alternate advance
Still hold the primal Reasoning in fee,
Cannot my Grief be strong enough to chance
My voice across the tide I cannot see?
In Hyde Park.
© Arthur Henry Adams
The white mist walks between the trees
In silver gown;
Her mystic floating draperies
The branches drown;
