All Poems
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Halloween
© Virna Sheard
Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away--
The dead, forgotten this many a day!
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22
© Alfred Tennyson
Who broke our fair companionship,
And spread his mantle dark and cold,
And wrapt thee formless in the fold,
And dull'd the murmur on thy lip,
Bronco Shod With Wings
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,
I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal dare.
But sing me to the earth again on wide, descending wings,
That I may not forget the touch of homely human things.
Third Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh,
To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,
And raise accusing shades of hours gone by,
To come between us and all kindly thought!
In March
© Archibald Lampman
The last seared drifts are eating fast away
With glassy tinkle into glittering laces:
Dogs lie asleep, and little children play
With tops and marbles in the sun-bare places;
And I that stroll with many a thoughtful pause
Almost forget that winter ever was.
Haunted
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How restless are the dead whose silent feet will stray
In to our lone retreat or solitary way;
Invocation
© Bert Leston Taylor
O Comic Spirit, hovering overhead,
With sage's brows and finely-tempered smile,
Prom whose bowed lips a silvery laugh
is sped
At pedantry, stupidity, and guile,
An Die Kunstrichter
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Schweigt, unberauschte, finstre Richter!
Ich trinke Wein, und bin ein Dichter.
Tut mir es nach, und trinket Wein,
So seht ihr meine Schoenheit ein.
Sonst wahrlich, unberauschte Richter,
Sonst wahrlich seht ihr sie nicht ein!
Written In Petrarchs House At Arqua, Among The Euganean Hills
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Petrarch! I would that there might be
In this thy household sanctuary
No visible monument of thee:
Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et A
© Delmore Schwartz
Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
Shui Tiao Ko Tou
© Su Tung-po
Will a moon so bright ever arise again?
Drink a cupful of wine and ask of the sky.
O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
© William Wordsworth
O Nightingale! thou surely art
A creature of a "fiery heart":-
Christmas-Day, 1878
© George MacDonald
I think I might be weary of this day
That comes inevitably every year,
The same when I was young and strong and gay,
The same when I am old and growing sere-
I should grow weary of it every year
But that thou comest to me every day.
Song III
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE FRENCH.
I.
"AH! say," the fair Louisa cried,
"Say where the abode of Love is found?"
Consalvo
© Giacomo Leopardi
Approaching now the end of his abode
On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,
