All Poems
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The Star On His Forehead
© William Henry Ogilvie
The lift of his action is rhythmic and right,
His depth through the heart is a horseman's delight,
Chanson Sans Paroles
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
I the deep violet air,
Not a leaf is stirred;
There is no sound heard,
But afar, the rare
Trilled voice of a bird.
The Second Hymn for Advent; or Christ's coming to Jerusalem in Triumph
© Jeremy Taylor
Lord come away,
Why dost Thou stay?
In Memory Of Richard Henry Powell
© Robert Laurence Binyon
2nd Lieut., Cinque Ports Battalion, Royal Sussex Regiment
Strong, loyal--souled, full--hearted, blithely brave,
Only remembering love knows all he gave:
Beautiful be the stars above his grave.
What Calls Us by David Bengtson: American Life in Poetry #42 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Here is a poem by David Bengtson, a Minnesotan, about the simple pleasure of walking through deep snow to the mailbox to see what's arrived. But, of course, the pleasure is not only in picking up the mail with its surprises, but in the complete experience—being fully alive to the clean cold air and the sound of the wind around the mailbox door.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XC
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE PRIDE OF UNBELIEF
When I complained that I had lost my hope
Of life eternal with the eternal God;
When I refused to read my horoscope
Chione
© Archibald Lampman
Scarcely a breath about the rocky stair
Moved, but the growing tide from verge to verge,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
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Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
To The Mind Of Man
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
So soon as from the Earth formless and rude
One living step had chased drear Solitude
Thou wert, Thought; thy brightness charmed the lids
Of the vast snake Eternity, who kept
The tree of good and evil.--
On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Him Sold At The Author's Instance
© William Cowper
Go--thou art all unfit to share
The pleasures of this place
Fried Beauty by R. S. Gwynn: American Life in Poetry #166 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Texas poet R. S. Gwynn is a master of the light touch. Here he picks up on Gerard Manley Hopkins' sonnet âPied Beauty,â? which many of you will remember from school, and offers us a picnic instead of a sermon. I hope you enjoy the feast!
Fried Beauty
The Two Rabbins
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten
Walked blameless through the evil world, and then,
Full Oft Doth Matt. With Topaz Dine - In Chaucer's Style
© Matthew Prior
Full oft doth Matt. with Topaz dine,
Eateth baked meats, drinketh Greek wine:
But Topas his own worke rehearseth,
And Matt. mote praise what Topaz verseth.
Now shure as priest did e'er shrive sinner,
Full hardly earneth Matt. his dinner.
Indian Summer
© Dorothy Parker
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
Let Us Have Peace
© Eugene Field
In maudlin spite let Thracians fight
Above their bowls of liquor;
But such as we, when on a spree,
Should never brawl and bicker!
Under The Pine
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The same majestic pine is lifted high
Against the twilight sky,
The same low, melancholy music grieves
Amid the topmost leaves,
As when I watched, and mused, and dreamed with him,
Beneath these shadows dim.
On the Death of E. Waller, Esq.
© Aphra Behn
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?
Nuestras Vidas Son Pendulos
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Dónde estará la niña
Que en aquel lugarejo
Una noche de baile
Me habló de sus deseos
De viajar, y me dijo
Su tedio?
