All Poems
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The Artemus Of Michigan
© James Whitcomb Riley
Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too,
Of as many rare attractions as our party ever knew:--
The Keeper of Sheep (Excepts)
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
But my sadness is calm
Because it is natural and right
And is what there should be in the soul
When it is thinking it exists
And the hands are picking flowers without noticing
which.
Sea Breeze
© Stéphane Mallarme
The flesh is sad, Alas! and Ive read all the books.
Lets go! Far off. Lets go! I sense
The Room Beneath the Rafters
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,
Draped in soft luxurious gloom,
How To Not Settle It
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I LIKE, at times, to hear the steeples' chimes
With sober thoughts impressively that mingle;
But sometimes, too, I rather like--don't you?--
To hear the music of the sleigh bells' jingle.
On the Russian Persecution of the Jews: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
O SON of man, by lying tongues adored,
By slaughterous hands of slaves with feet red-shod
Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium Of Francis Ravaillac And Charlotte Corday
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Tis midnight now--athwart the murky air,
Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;
From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,
It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream.
Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling,
One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,--
Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling,
Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling,
They bodingly presaged destruction and woe!
A Song
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills,
Ravish my orchard's blossoms, let me bind
A crown of orchard flowers and daffodils,
Because my love is fair and white and kind.
The Wrist Watch Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,
His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails.
He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy coat of tan,
And the chap that we are backing is the Wrist Watch Man.
In the House of Suddhoo
© Rudyard Kipling
A stone's throw out on either hand
From that well-ordered road we tread,
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44
© Alfred Tennyson
If such a dreamy touch should fall,
O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;
My guardian angel will speak out
In that high place, and tell thee all.
My Ladys Slipper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Only the bark of my dog in the tower,
Glad in his play;
"Red was her cloak, and her face like a flower";
Hide it away!
Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
© Emily Jane Brontë
Yes, holy be thy resting place
Wherever thou may'st lie;
The sweetest winds breathe on thy face,
The softest of the sky.
The Despair
© Abraham Cowley
Beneath this gloomy shade,
By Nature only for my sorrows made,
I'll spend this voyce in crys,
In tears I'll waste these eyes
Arabella Stuart
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron
Domingos De Provincia
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
En los claros domingos de mi pueblo es costumbre
Que en la plaza descubran las gentiles cabezas
Las mozas, y sus ojos reflejan dulcemente
Y la banda del kiosco toca lánguidas piezas.
Dedication: To W. R. B.
© Stephen Vincent Benet
And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
To me, I give these weedy rhymes
In memory of earlier times.
Now all those careless days are not.
Of all my heroes, you endure.
Easy Boogie
© Langston Hughes
Down in the bass
That steady beat
Walking walking walking
Like marching feet.
