All Poems
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Furness Abbey
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I WISH for the days of the olden time,
When the hours were told by the abbey chime,
When the glorious stars looked down through the midnigh dim,
Like approving saints on the choir's sweet hymn:
I think of the days we are living now,
And I sigh for those of the veil and the vow.
Friendship
© John Crowe Ransom
And not a perfume spills upon the air
But his malicious nose suspects a poison,
As he goes browsing like an ancient ass,
An old distempered ass.
Sonnet: My Lady
© Dante Alighieri
My lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
Invictus: The Unconquerable
© William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Old Books
© Margaret Widdemer
THE people up and down the world that talk and laugh and cry,
They're pleasant when you're young and gay, and life is all to try,
But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease,
There's none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries
The counselors who never change, the friends who never go,
The old books, the dear books that understand and know!
The Shepherd And His Dog Rover
© Robert Bloomfield
ROVER, awake! the grey Cock crows!
Come, shake your coat and go with me!
The Cycle
© Robinson Jeffers
The clapping blackness of the wings of pointed cormorants,
the great indolent planes
Introduction to an Album
© John Henry Newman
I am a harp of many chords, and each
Strung by a separate hand;most musical
Rain After Drought
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All night the small feet of the rain
Within the garden ran,
The Siege Of Corinth
© George Gordon Byron
XXVII.
Still the old man stood erect,
And Alp's career a moment check'd.
"Yield thee, Minotti; quarter take,
For thine own, thy daughter's sake."
Revisited
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The roll of drums and the bugle's wailing
Vex the air of our vales-no more;
The spear is beaten to hooks of pruning,
The share is the sword the soldier wore!
Children Chapter IV
© Khalil Gibran
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
The English Graves
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The rains of yesterday are flown,
And light is on the farthest hills;
The homeliest rough grass by the stone
To radiance thrills;
Man
© Peter McArthur
HE marks his shadow in the sun,
His form is fair, his dream is proud;
But shadow, form, and dream are one
And vanish like an empty cloud.
Rubaiyat 26
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
One with such beauty none will make.
When her garments off we take
You can see her heart in her fragile breast,
Like a hard rock in a clear lake.
