All Poems
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On King William's Happy Deliverance from the Intended Assassination
© Charles Sackville
The youth whose fortune the vast globe obey'd,
Finding his royal enemy betray'd
Bateese The Lucky Man
© William Henry Drummond
He's alway ketchin' doré, an'he 's alway
ketchin' trout
On de place w'ere no wan else can ketch at all
He 's alway ketchin' barbotte, dat 's w'at you
call bull-pout,
An' he never miss de wil' duck on de fall.
Sonnett - VIII
© James Russell Lowell
TO M.W., ON HER BIRTHDAY
Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born,
WAITING, waiting"
© Augusta Davies Webster
WAITING, waiting. 'Tis so far
To the day that is to come:
One by one the days that are
All to tell their countless sum;
Each to dawn and each to die
What so far as by and by?
The Land Of Hearts Made Whole
© Madison Julius Cawein
Do you know the way that goes
Over fields of rue and rose,--
Warm of scent and hot of hue,
Roofed with heaven's bluest blue,--
To the Vale of Dreams Come True?
Song Of The Trees
© Mary Colborne-Veel
We are the Trees.
On us the dying rest
Their strange, sad eyes, in farewell messages.
And we, his comrades still, since earth began,
Wave mournful boughs above the grave of man,
And coffin his cold breast.
Circumstances Alter Cases
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
TIM Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill,
O chone!
Celebrating T'ae-Sze's Freedom From Jealousy
© Confucius
In the South are the trees whose branches are bent,
And droop in such fashion that o'er their extent
All the dolichos' creepers fast cling.
See our princely lady, from whom we have got
Rejoicing that's endless! May her happy lot
And her honors repose ever bring!
Waiting
© Augusta Davies Webster
A YOUNG fair girl among her flowers,
And, as to blossoms born in May,
On Hymn To The Muse
© Robert Herrick
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
The Two Children Pt. II
© Emily Jane Brontë
Child of Delight! with sunbright hair
And seablue, sea-deep eyes;
Spirit of Bliss, what brings thee here,
Beneath these sullen skies?
The Aziola
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Methinks she must be nigh,'
Said Mary, as we sate
Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf
© Roald Dahl
Then added with a frightful leer,
"I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood."
I Bended Unto Me A Bough of May
© Edward Thomas
I bended unto me a bough of May,
That I might see and smell:
Out Of Pompeii
© William Wilfred Campbell
She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,
In this her new, sweet dream of human bliss,
Her heart within her fearful, fluttering, warm,
Her lips yet pained with love's first timorous kiss.
No Letters From Home!
© Henry Clay Work
"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twer better I
I slept in this gold-dusted loam;
Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter-
A flock of kind letters from home."
Poetry And Philosophy
© Madison Julius Cawein
Out of the past the dim leaves spoke to me
The thoughts of Pindar with a voice so sweet
