All Poems
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Its The Sweet Law Of Men
© Paul Eluard
Its the sweet law of men
They make wine from grapes
They make fire from coal
They make men from kisses
Morning
© John Crowe Ransom
THE skies were jaded, while the famous sun
Slack of his office to confute the fogs
The Stream
© Charles Heavysege
'Twas Sabbath morn. I lay 'neath pensive spell,
And saw, in reverie or waking dream,
The River Path
© John Greenleaf Whittier
No bird-song floated down the hill,
The tangled bank below was still;
Good Company
© Karle Wilson Baker
To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees,
The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.
Biddy, Be Kind!
© William Henry Ogilvie
Now what do you want to be playing about for,
Reefing and reaching your head for the bit?
The Musical Chamber
© George Moses Horton
I TRUST that my friends will remember,
Whilst I these my pleasures display,
Resort to my musical chamber,
The laurel crown'd desert in May.
To The Australian Eleven
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
You have bearded the lion in his den,
You have singed the original cricket
Upon his own hearth, and beaten his men
On a genuine English wicket;
And so the Australian kangaroo
Has a right good right to be proud of you.
A Remonstrance, Addressed to a Friend Who Complained of Being Alone in the World
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Oh! say not thou art all alone
Upon this wide, cold-hearted earth;
Patiencehas a quiet Outer
© Emily Dickinson
Patiencehas a quiet Outer
PatienceLook within
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinitesbetween
"The hot winds wake to life in the sweet daytime"
© Lesbia Harford
The hot winds wake to life in the sweet daytime
My weary limbs,
And tear through all the moonlit darkness shouting
Tremendous hymns.
"Tradin' Joe"
© James Whitcomb Riley
I've swapped a power in stock, and so
The neighbers calls me "Tradin' Joe"--
And I'm goin' to tell you 'bout a trade,--
And one o' the best I ever made:
Scrubber
© William Ernest Henley
She's tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad face
With flashes of the old fun's animation
Forefathers' Day
© Edgar Albert Guest
Look back three hundred years and more:
A group upon a rock-bound shore,
Borne by the Mayflower o'er the sea,
Pledged hearts and lives to liberty.
The Lucayan's Song
© Amelia Opie
Hail, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!
To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
And here I'll make my early grave….
For what can misery do but die?
A Letter From Peking
© Harriet Monroe
October I5th, 1910.
My friend, dear friend, why should I hear your voice
