All Poems
/ page 298 of 3210 /No Better Land Than This
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I knew a better country in this glorious world today
Where a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,
If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine,
I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine.
But I notice when an alien wants a land of hope and cheer,
And a future for his children, he comes out and settles here.
Sonnet V
© Caroline Norton
BECAUSE I know that there is that in me
Of which thou shouldst be proud, and not ashamed,--
Because I feel one made thy choice should be
Not even by fools and slanderers rashly blamed,--
The Milkmaid's Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn,
Turn by the dale, my Harry!
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 06
© Conrad Aiken
It is now two hours since I left you,
And the perfume of your hands is still on my hands.
The Silver Horn
© Henry Clay Work
"Come, rest with me now, my silver horn!
My melodious joy, my silver horn!
To Saxham
© Thomas Carew
Though frost and snow lock'd from mine eyes
That beauty which without door lies,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ROUMELI HISSAR
The Empire of the East, grown dull to fear
By long companionship with angry fate,
In silent anguish saw her doom appear
Non-Resistance
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PERHAPS too far in these considerate days
Has patience carried her submissive ways;
Wisdom has taught us to be calm and meek,
To take one blow, and turn the other cheek;
It is not written what a man shall do,
If the rude caitiff smite the other too!
Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin by Robert Wrigley: American Life in Poetry #191 Ted Kooser, U.
© Ted Kooser
Most of us love to find things, and to discover a quarter on the sidewalk can make a whole day seem brighter. In this poem, Robert Wrigley, who lives in Idaho, finds what's left of a Bible, and describes it so well that we can almost feel it in our hands.
Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin
"The love I look for"
© Lesbia Harford
The love I look for
Could not come from you.
My mind is set to fall
At Peterloo.
All-Saints' Day (1867)
© Ada Cambridge
Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign'd to robe in white-
Blessed are they!
Children's Reply
© Julia A Moore
We are little children,
That go to Sabbath school,
To hear of our Redeemer,
Likewise the golden rule.
Why Should I Pine?
© Madison Julius Cawein
Why should I pine? when there in Spain
Are eyes to woo, and not in vain;
Dark eyes, and dreamily divine:
And lips, as red as sunlit wine;
The Battle Eve Of The Irish Brigade
© Thomas Osborne Davis
THE mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
Pascal
© Louise-Victorine Choquet Ackermann
Un dernier mot, Pascal ! À ton tour de m'entendre
Pousser aussi ma plainte et mon cri de fureur.
Je vais faire d'horreur frémir ta noble cendre,
Mais du moins j'aurai dit ce que j'ai sur le coeur.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so we went our way,--yes, hand in hand,
Like two lost children in some magic wood
Baffled and baffling with enchanter's wand
The various beasts that crossed us and withstood.
The Land Where I Was Born
© John Shaw Neilson
HAVE you ever been down to my countree
Where the trees are green and tall?
Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother
© Mikhail Lermontov
Slumber sweet, my fairest baby,
Slumber calmly, sleep