All Poems
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The Mad Lover
© Alexander Brome
I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink,
This many and many a year;
I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
© Wilfred Owen
[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
On the death of that most excellent lady,
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Mueran contigo, Laura, pues moriste,
los afectos que en vano te desean,
los ojos a quien privas de que vean
hermosa luz que a un tiempo concediste.
The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone
© Pablo Neruda
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
in deep evidence, in solid beauty,
layered, through a hundred million years.
Agate, cornelian, gemstone
Elphin
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve was a burning copper,
The night was a boundless black
Where wells of the lightning crumbled
And boiled with blazing rack,
When I came to the coal-black castle
With the wild rain on my back.
A Walk By Moonlight
© Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
I had been out to see a friend
With whom I others saw:
Like minds to like minds ever tend -
An universal law.
"Cupid, thou naughty boy..."
© Fulke Greville
Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed,
Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted,
The Ballad of the Cars
© Rudyard Kipling
"Now this is the price of a stirrup-cup,"
The kneeling doctor said.
And syne he bade them take him up,
For he saw that the man was dead.
The Princes' Quest - Part the Seventh
© William Watson
But Sleep, who makes a mist about the sense,
Doth ope the eyelids of the soul, and thence
Love, Love
© Pedro Calderon de la Barca
What is the glory far above
All else in human life?
Love! Love!
There is no form in which the fire
Evensong
© Mathilde Blind
What incommunicable presence clings
To this grey church and willowy twilight stream?
Am I the dupe of some delusive dream?
Or, like faint fluid phosphorent rings
On refluent seas, doth Shakespeare's spirit gleam
Pervasive round these old familiar things?
The Average Man
© George Essex Evans
His hat looks worn, and his coat-sleeves shine,
As I see him step from his bus at nine;
The Symphony
© Alfred Noyes
Wonder in happy eyes
Fades, fades away:
And the angel-coloured skies
Whisper farewell.
Transformation
© Henry Van Dyke
Only a little shrivelled seed,
It might be flower, or grass, or weed;
At The Play
© Virna Sheard
Van Dyke beard and broidered ruff silently confess
That he lived--and loved perchance--in days of Good Queen Bess.
(Laces fine and linen sheer, curled and perfumed hair
Well became those gentlemen of gay, insouciant air.)
Song.Oh, long enough my life has been
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Oh! long enough my life has been,
Since I thy love have known;
I would not change the pleasing scene,
And find its beauties flown.
Benjamin Peirce
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FOR him the Architect of all
Unroofed our planet's starlit hall;
Through voids unknown to worlds unseen
His clearer vision rose serene.
