All Poems
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Pomegrante
© Andre Paul Guillaume Gide
Let me tell you of the pomegrante; of its juice,
sourish like the juice of green raspberries;
The Bee's Winter Retreat
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Go, while the summer suns are bright,
Take at large thy wandering flight,
An October Evening
© William Wilfred Campbell
There is slumber and death in the silence,
There is hate in the winds so keen;
And the flash of the north's great sword-blade
Circles its cruel sheen.
On the Road to Chorrera
© Arlo Bates
THREE horsemen galloped the dusty way
While sun and moon were both in the sky;
An old crone crouched in the cactus shade,
And craved an alms as they rode by.
A friendless hag she seemed to be,
But the queen of a bandit crew was she.
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 1
© Edward Taylor
What love is this of Thine that cannot be
In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in Thy very person see
Infinity and finity conjoined?
What hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied,
Married our manhood, making it its bride?
The Dirge
© Henry King
VVhat is th' Existence of Mans life?
But open war, or slumber'd strife.
Where sickness to his sense presents
The combat of the Elements:
Dark Is The Tomb
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but one fear
In all its chill and silent majesty,
The Gold Star
© Edgar Albert Guest
The star upon their service flag has changed to gleaming gold;
It speaks no more of hope and life, as once it did of old,
But splendidly it glistens now for every eye to see
And softly whispers: "Here lived one who died for liberty.
Ballade Of Queen Anne
© Andrew Lang
Friend, praise the new;
The old is fled:
Vivat FROU-FROU!
QUEEN ANNE is dead!
The Rondeau
© Henry Austin Dobson
You bid me try, Blue Eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! Forthwith!--Tonight?
Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true;
But thirteen lines!--and rhymed on two!--
"Refrain," as well. Ah, hapless plight!
By Rugged Ways
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
By rugged ways and thro' the night
We struggle blindly toward the light;
Morningmeans
© Emily Dickinson
"Morning"means "Milking"to the Farmer
Dawnto the Teneriffe
Diceto the Maid
Morning means just Riskto the Lover
Just revelationto the Beloved
To-night
© Franklin Pierce Adams
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Love me to-night! Fold your dear arms around me--
Hurt me--I do but glory in your might!
Tho' your fierce strength absorb, engulf, and drown me,
Love me to-night!
Hounds In London
© William Henry Ogilvie
If they find you a fox in Mayfair, will you show them
a right pack running,
With scorn of a Hyde Park holloa or a hat held up
in the Strand ?
The November Pansy
© Duncan Campbell Scott
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagem
Thou hast been ambushed in the chilly air;
The Battle Of Limerick
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Ye Genii of the nation,
Who look with veneration.
And Ireland's desolation onsaysingly deplore;
Ye sons of General Jackson,
Who thrample on the Saxon,
Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore,
From An Upper Verandah.
© James Brunton Stephens
WHAT happier haunt could the gods allot
For loftiest musing to sage or bard?
