All Poems
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Divided
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;
As not a leaf on any tree that grows,
But to its neighbor some unlikeness shows,
Made clearer still through all the blossoming hours.
The Lights Of New York
© Sara Teasdale
The lightning spun your garment for the night
Of silver filaments with fire shot thru,
A broidery of lamps that lit for you
The steadfast splendor of enduring light.
Real Swimming
© Edgar Albert Guest
I saw him in the distance, as the train went speeding by,
A shivery little fellow standing in the sun to dry.
The White Squall
© William Makepeace Thackeray
And so the hours kept tolling,
And through the ocean rolling
Went the brave "Iberia" bowling
Before the break of day
Souvenir du Danemark
© François Coppée
A la princesse D.....
C'est un parc scandinave, aux sapins toujours verts,
Où le vent automnal courbe les fleurs d'hivers
Dans les vases de marbre ancien sur la terrasse;
What The Shutter Said As She Lay By The Fire
© Padraic Colum
I'd never grudge them the weight of their lands
If I had only the good red gold
To huggle between my breast and my hands!
To Henry Halloran
© Henry Kendall
YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,
And those weird ways I knew so well and long,
Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth
Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.
The Mockery
© Harriet Monroe
Sometimes I laughwhat else can a man do
Who does not know ? This little ego here
Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue,
This filmy wing sounding the starry sphere
What bold abysmal incongruity,
What joke of the gods to make a mock of me !
Ode to Health, 1730
© William Shenstone
O Health! capricious maid!
Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,
Where I had hope to share thy power,
And bless thy lasting aid?
Wine Of The Fairies
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I am drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
Stanzas To Miss Wylie
© John Keats
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O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,
The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
The West is resplendently clothed in beams.
Intellectual Limitations
© James Whitcomb Riley
Parunts knows lots more than us,
But they don't know _all_ things,--
'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times,
Even on little small things.
The Nameless One
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Last night a hand pushed on the door
And tirled at the pin.
Seldom Can't
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Seldom can't,
Seldom don't;
Never shan't,
Never won't.
From The Window
© Heinrich Heine
Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow!
I sit at the window, staring
Into the darkness below.
The Faery Forest
© Sara Teasdale
The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.
Birthday Of Daniel Webster
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN life hath run its largest round
Of toil and triumph, joy and woe,
How brief a storied page is found
To compass all its outward show!
The Open Fire
© Edgar Albert Guest
There in the flame of the open grate,
All that is good in the past I see:
