All Poems
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The Fall Of Richmond
© Frances Anne Kemble
Roll not a drumsend not a clarion note
Of haughty triumph to the silent sky!
The Home Of The Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Answer me, burning stars of night,
Where is the spirit gone,
Hope
© William Lisle Bowles
As one who, long by wasting sickness worn,
Weary has watched the lingering night, and heard
To One Who Teaches Me
© Louisa May Alcott
"To one who teaches me
The sweetness and the beauty
Of doing faithfully
And cheerfully my duty."
O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even
© Sarah Flower Adams
O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Lover's Gifts LVI: The Evening Was Lonely
© Rabindranath Tagore
The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till my
heart became dry, and it seemed to me that beauty was a thing
Erring In Company
© Franklin Pierce Adams
If e'er my rhyming be at fault,
If e'er I chance to scribble dope,
If that my metre ever halt,
I err in company with Pope.
On Christina Rossetti
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THERE'S a female bard, grim as a fakier,
Who daily grows shakier and shakier.
When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
When soft winds and sunny skies
With the green earth harmonize,
And the young and dewy dawn,
Bold as an unhunted fawn,
Kwannon
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning
They bring to me alone,
Shells that are veined like irises, and those
Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose.
Wherefore an hundredfold again returning
I render them their own -
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3.
© William Cowper
Eve. Adam, my best beloved!
My guardian and my guide!
Thou source of all my comfort, all my joy!
Thee, thee alone I wish,
And in these pleasing shades
Thee only have I sought.
Who Shall Rule This American Nation?
© Henry Clay Work
"No, never! no, never!"
The loyal millions say;
And 'tis they who rule this American Nation!
They, boys, they!
Rizpah
© Henry Kendall
SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,
To Jesses mighty son: My Lord, O King,
To Miss D. T. On her giving me a drawing of little street arabs.
© James Russell Lowell
As, cleansed of Tiber's and Oblivion's slime,
Glow Farnesina's vaults with shapes again
To L.T. In Florence
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
You by the Arno shape your marble dream,
Under the cypress and the olive trees,
One Shall Be Taken And The Other Left
© Aline Murray Kilmer
THERE is no Rachel any more
And so it does not really matter.
Mustering Song
© Anonymous
The boss last night in the hut did say -
"We start to muster at break of day;
So be up first thing, and don't be slow;
Saddle your horses and off you go."
The Eutawville Lynching
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
In the State of "Old Palmetto," from the town of Eutawville,
Comes a voice of pain and anguish that refuses to be still.
'Tis a voice that cries for vengeance for the wrongs it has received,
Yea, it asks a nation's conscience, When will justice be achieved?
The Black Knight's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
There came three merry men from south, west, and north,
Ever more sing the roundelay;
To win the Widow of Wycombe forth,
And where was the widow might say them nay?
