All Poems
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The Good Craft _Snow Bird_
© Herman Melville
Strenuous need that head-wind be
From purposed voyage that drives at last
The ship, sharp-braced and dogged still,
Beating up against the blast.
A Sunset
© Francis Thompson
Oh gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flames a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapours drew
A sudden elemental sword.
Bluebeards First Wife
© Leon Gellert
I lie by the garden wall,
Buried and all alone;
The brown camellias fall
One by one on the stone.
When Love Goes
© Sara Teasdale
O mother, I am sick of love,
I cannot laugh nor lift my head,
My bitter dreams have broken me,
I would my love were dead.
The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The city mouse lives in a house; -
The garden mouse lives in a bower,
He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.
Occasion'd By Seeing The Honourable --- Treat A Person Of Merit With Insolence
© Mary Barber
Contented in my humble State,
I look with Pity on the Great;
Who only Birth, or Wealth, respect,
And treat true Merit with neglect.
Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
A Winter Evening
© Alexander Pushkin
Sable clouds by tempest driven,
Snowflakes whirling in the gales,
Address, Spoken At The Opening Of Drury-Lane Theatre. Saturday, October 10, 1812
© George Gordon Byron
In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd,
Bow'd to the dust, the Drama's tower of pride
In one short hour beheld the blazing fane,
Apollo sink, and Shakspeare cease to reign.
A Lost Comrade
© Margaret Widdemer
YOU live as the world would have you do
Only the sleeping soul of you
Lies unwakened by wind or dew.
In Midas' Country
© Sylvia Plath
Meadows of gold dust. The silver
Currents of the Connecticut fan
And meander in bland pleatings under
River-verge farms where rye-heads whiten.
All's polished to a dull luster
The Homestead
© Bliss William Carman
HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
Shall we leave the floor unswept
And the hearth acold?
Verses:Intended To Go With A Posset Dish To My Dear Little Goddaughter
© James Russell Lowell
In good old times, which means, you know,
The time men wasted long ago,
The Tears Expressive
© Edgar Albert Guest
Death crossed his threshold yesterday
And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.
To him the living now will come
And cross his threshold in the self-same way
To clasp his hand and vainly try to say
Words that shall soothe the heart that's stricken numb.
Magic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
Hate
© Edgar Albert Guest
They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.
I've thought it over many a solemn hour,
Stop Thief!
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Policeman, policeman,
Help me please.
Someone went and stole my knees.
Id chase him down but I suspect
My feet and legs just wont connect.
