All Poems
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Gisli: The Chieftain
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
To the Goddess Lada prayed
Gisli, holding high his spear
Bound with buds of spring, and laughed
All his heart to Lada's ear.
The Hope Of The Streets
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The still sweet meadows shimmered: and I stood
And cursed them, bloom of hedge and bird of tree,
And bright and high beyond the hunch-backed wood
The thunder and the splendour of the sea.
Courtship
© Alexander Brome
My Lesbia, let us live and love,
Let crabbed Age talk what it will.
The sun when down, returns above,
But we, once dead, must be so still.
Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair
© Pablo Neruda
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.
"Come back, sweet yesterdays!"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Come back, sweet yesterdays!
Sweet yesterdays, come back!
Ah! not in my dreams only
Vex me with joy, to wake
Questions
© Edith Nesbit
What do the roses do, mother,
Now that the summer's done?
They lie in the bed that is hung with red
And dream about the sun.
Elegy On The Death Of Dr. Channing
© James Russell Lowell
I do not come to weep above thy pall,
And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,
The poet's clearer eye should see, in all
Earth's seeming woe, seed of immortal flowers.
Summer - The Second Pastoral; or Alexis
© Alexander Pope
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)
Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,
The Wisdom Of Eld
© George Meredith
We spend our lives in learning pilotage,
And grow good steersmen when the vessel's crank!
She Gave Me A Rose
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
She gave a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
I love her, she knows,
And my action confessed it.
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
Art's Discipline
© Robert Fuller Murray
Long since I came into the school of Art,
A child in works, but not a child in heart.
Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild,
To be in works a man, in heart a child.
Praise And Prayer
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
DOUBT spake no word in me as there I kneeled.
Loathing, I could not praise: I could not thank
Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow
May thy unwithering soul not cease to burn,
Still may thine heart with those pure thoughts o'erflow
Which force from mine such quick and warm return.
The Wall Street Pit
© Edwin Markham
Is this a whirl of madmen ravening,
And blowing bubbles in their merriment?
Is Babel come again with shrieking crew
To eat the dust and drink the roaring wind?
And all for what? A handful of bright sand
To buy a shroud with and a length of earth?
Lethe.
© Robert Crawford
The waves of Lethe wash till we forget
Our earthy life and love; and 'twould appear
Before Time's tune possessed us, before we
Let fall the shadow of our meaning here
What's The Use
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
WHAT'S the use o' folks a-frownin'
When the way's a little rough?
At Carmel Highlands
© Janet Lewis
Below the gardens and the darkening pines
The living water sinks among the stones,
Sonnet. "Thou who sitt'st listening to the midnight wind"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou who sitt'st listening to the midnight wind,
Pale maiden moon! 'tis said, that they who gaze
