All Poems
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The Reasons
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
One with a whimsical face spoke freely;
"I?--I sought some stir,
Some urge in living,
Some sense in dying.
I sought a mountain top
With a view!"
Filipinos, Remember Us
© Edgar Lee Masters
You, if it fall to you to take
From us the lamp that Athens gave,
Fill it with mercy for our sake,
And light us gently to the grave.
Sonnet XLV. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FAREWELL, Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Our Banker
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
OLD TIME, in whose bank we deposit our notes,
Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;
He keeps all his customers still in arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them years.
The Descent Of The Muses
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,
Came from their convent on the shining heights
Connecticut
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree,
Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;
The Noble Old Elm
© James Whitcomb Riley
O big old tree, so tall an' fine,
Where all us childern swings an' plays,
Lucasta Laughing
© Richard Lovelace
Heark, how she laughs aloud,
Although the world put on its shrowd:
The Thaw
© William Henry Ogilvie
Have lost the white burden that weighted them
down.
The silence that came with the fall of the frost
Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier
© Anonymous
"Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,"
But he's coming here tonight,
Fatherland
© Sir Henry Parkes
The brave old land of deed and song,
Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,
To A False Friend
© Thomas Hood
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again.
Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World
© William Brighty Rands
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast-
World, you are beautifully dressed
The Rising Sun
© George Moses Horton
The king of day rides on,
To give the placid morning birth;
On wheels of glory moves his throne,
Whose light adorns the earth.
The Milk-Maid O The Farm
© William Barnes
O Poll's the milk-maïd o' the farm!
An' Poll's so happy out in groun',
Wi' her white païl below her eärm
As if she wore a goolden crown.
Sonnet. "Away, away! bear me away, away"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Away, away! bear me away, away,
Into the boundless void, thou mighty wind!
