All Poems
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Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
She, at that,
Looked blindly in his face, as when one looks
Through driving autumn-rains to find the sky.
He went on speaking.
The Decision Of Fortune
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Fortune well-Pictur'd on a rolling Globe,
With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe,
Rosy Maiden Winifred
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Rosy maiden Winifred,
With a milkpail on her head,
Sonnet I. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno
Through all his grassy vale delights to hear,
On A Pair Of Dice
© Jonathan Swift
We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain,
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
On Reading The Controversy Between Lord Byron And Mr Bowles
© Barron Field
WHETHER a ship's poetic? - Bowles would own,
If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic,
Requiescat
© Alfred Tennyson
Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.
It sees itself from thatch to base
Dream in the sliding tides.
Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
Some legend strange and vague,
That a midnight host of spectres pale
Beleaguered the walls of Prague.
The Jedge Of Bowie County
© Edgar Albert Guest
He was Jedge of Bowie county, jedge fer cullud an' fer white folk,
Whar he learned the ways of people, learned the wrong folk an' the right folk,
An' his heart grew big with kindness fer the ones who came with sad things
An' his face grew round with smilin' at the ones who came with glad things.
Fer the Jedge of Bowie county all his early days was storin'
Up the laughter of old Texas that should set us all a-roarin.'
In My Sky At Twilight
© Pablo Neruda
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
Finis
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Give me a few more hours to pass
With the mellow flower of the elm-bough falling,
And then no more than the lonely grass
And the birds calling.
On The Capture Of Fugitive Slaves Near Washington
© James Russell Lowell
Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can,
The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man truly man;
Let those whose hearts are dungeoned up with interest or with ease
Consent to hear with quiet pulse of loathsome deeds like these!
Indiana
© James Whitcomb Riley
Our Land-- our Home-- the common home indeed
Of soil-born children and adopted ones--
Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl!
© John Keats
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Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heavens blessing on thine eyes,
A song of Love
© Sidney Lanier
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
On The Death Of W. C.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Thou arrant robber, Death!
Couldst thou not find
Some lesser one than he
To rob of breath,--
Some poorer mind
Thy prey to be?
Buona Notte
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Buona notte, buona notte!'--Come mai
La notte sara buona senza te?
Non dirmi buona notte,--che tu sai,
La notte sa star buona da per se.
The Ghost at the Second Bridge
© Henry Lawson
You'd call the man a senseless fool,
A blockhead or an ass,
The Pierrot Of The Minute
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
_A glade in the Parc due Petit Trianon. In the centre a Doric temple with
steps coming down the stage. On the left a little Cupid on a pedestal.
Twilight._
