All Poems
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Elegy I
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
Hadramauti
© Rudyard Kipling
So it is not in the Desert. One came to me weeping
The Avenger of Blood on his trackI took him in keeping.
Demanding not whom he had slain, I refreshed him, I fed him
As he were even a brother. But Eblis had bred him.
Drouth In Autumn
© Madison Julius Cawein
Gnarled acorn-oaks against a west
Of copper, cavernous with fire;
A wind of frost that gives no rest
To such lean leaves as haunt the brier,
And hide the cricket's vibrant wire.
Letters To The Roman Friend
© Joseph Brodsky
From Martial
Now is windy and the waves are cresting over
To----
© James Russell Lowell
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves
Drop loosely through the dampened air,
When all our good seems bound in sheaves,
And we stand reaped and bare.
Roosevelt
© John Jay Chapman
[Lines read at the Harvard Club, New York, on February 9, 1919]
LIFE seems belittled when a great man dies;
How John Quit The Farm
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John,
Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on--
And then, I want to say to you, we _needed_ he'p about,
As you'd admit, ef you'd a-seen the way the crops turned out!
Daisies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Cover, white snowflakes, the spot where they lie,
Scarce living the length of a winter's short noon.
Oh! cover them whitely that no one may find
The grave of my daisies that blossomed too soon.
The Battle Of Ivry
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!
And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!
White Nassau
© Bliss William Carman
She's ringed with surf and coral, she's crowned with sun and palm;
She has the old-world leisure, the regal tropic calm;
The trade winds fan her forehead; in everlasting June
She reigns from deep verandas above her blue lagoon.
Lady, Your Words Do Spite Me
© John Wilbye
Lady, your words do spite me,
Yet your sweet lips so soft,
"They Shall Come Home"
© Roderic Quinn
ALTHOUGH they sleep in alien graves afar,
Where, restlessly, chill winds we know not roam,
When Peace has laid the cruel waves of war
They shall come home!
Lone Founts
© Herman Melville
Though fast youth's glorious fable flies,
View not the world with worldling's eyes;
The Swallows
© Robert Fuller Murray
From Jean Pierre Claris Florian
I love to see the swallows come
At my window twittering,
Bringing from their southern home
Marvellous Martin
© Charles Harpur
Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbear
To question thus his friend, What prig goes there?
Heures sereines
© Charles Cros
Jai pénétré bien des mystères
Dont les humains sont ébahis:
Grimoires de tous les pays,
Etres et lois élémentaires.
The Brus Book III
© John Barbour
[The lord of Lorn attacks the king's men]
The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar-by
Lover's Quarrels
© Edith Nesbit
JOIN hands, my dear, clasp long and close and fast,
Even this present we shall soon call past,
And lay among the unforgotten days,
Not the less loved because they could not last.
The Melancholy Year Is Dead with Rain
© Trumbull Stickney
The melancholy year is dead with rain.
Drop after drop on every branch pursues.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (8/14)
© France Preseren
Where tempests roar and nature is unkind:
Such was our land since Samo's rule had passed
With Samo's spirit - now an icy blast
Sweeps o'er his grave reft from the nation's mind.
