All Poems
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The Ballad of the Elder Son
© Henry Lawson
A son of elder sons I am,
Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,
The Maid of Keinton Mandeville (A Tribute To Sir H. Bishop)
© Thomas Hardy
I hear that maiden still
Of Keinton Mandeville
The Last Wooin
© George MacDonald
"O lat me in, my bonny lass!
It's a lang road ower the hill,
And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'
On the brig ayont the mill!"
On Circuit
© Horace Smith
Two neighbours, fighting for a yard of land;
Two witnesses, who _lie_ on either hand;
Wollongong
© Henry Kendall
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the time
When we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's golden prime;
Gift Silver Poem
© Odysseas Elytis
And the motherland a fresco with successive overlays
frankish or slavic which, should you try to restore,
you are immediately sent to prison and
held responsible
Life's Eden.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis in sooth life's Eden,
We within it;
Love put all the seed in
To begin it,
Continent's End
© Robinson Jeffers
At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain, wreathed
with wet poppies, waiting spring,
The ocean swelled for a far storm and beat its boundary, the
ground-swell shook the beds of granite.
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
See, it is ended. Sick and overborne
By foes and fools, and my long chase, I lie.
Here, in these walls, with all life's souls forlorn
Herded I wait,--and in my ears the cry,
``Alas, poor brothers, equal in Man's scorn
And free in God's good liberty to die.''
The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk
© William Cowper
Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,
Triolets
© Sara Teasdale
Before a lonely shrine
Of foam-born Aphrodite,
Ungarlanded of vine,
Undyed by dripping wine,
Flute-Priest Song For Rain
© Amy Lowell
Whistle to the East
With a magpie voice.
Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee!
Call the storm-clouds
That they come rushing.
Call the loud rain.
Ode, Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn
© John Logan
'Tis past! no more the Summer blooms!
Ascending in the rear,
Two Songs
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A BEE that was searching for sweets one day
Through the gate of a rose garden happened to stray.
" When in the long--drawn avenues of Thought"
© Alfred Austin
When in the long-drawn avenues of Thought
I halt, and look before me and behind,
Morning
© John Keble
Hues of the rich unfolding morn,
That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible
Around his path are taught to swell; -
