All Poems
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The Fairy West
© Henry Lawson
P.S.: I was in Yewklid the day I finished
Me edyercashun in those times dim
My younger brother cleared out to Queensland,
Twas mountains and rivers that finished him.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited
© William Wordsworth
FROM Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
"This dainty instrument, this tabletoy"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
This dainty instrument, this table--toy,
Might seem best fitted for the use and joy
Of some high Ladie in old gallant times,
Or gay--learned weaver of Provencal rhymes:
A Tree
© Kostas Karyotakis
With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.
A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.
The Southern Pulpit
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The Southern pulpit, in our eyes,
Descends to make a compromise
With evil things in heaven's name;
The kind that brings a blush of shame.
En automne
© François Coppée
Quand de la divine enfant de Norvège,
Tout tremblant d'amour, j'osai m'approcher,
Il tombait alors des flocons de neige.
September
© Hartley Coleridge
THE dark green Summer, with its massive hues,
Fades into Autumn's tincture manifold.
On Mrs. Blandford
© Hannah More
Meek shade, farewell! go seek that quiet shore
Where sin shall vex, and sorrow wound no more;
Get Up!
© Joseph Skipsey
Get up!" the caller calls, "Get up!"
And in the dead of night,
To win the bairns their bite and sup,
I rise a weary wight.
The Year
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
The crocus, while the days are dark,
Unfolds its saffron sheen;
At April's touch the crudest bark
Discovers gems of green.
Grace Of The Way
© Francis Thompson
'My brother!' spake she to the sun;
The kindred kisses of the stars
Were hers; her feet were set upon
The moon. If slumber solved the bars
Ezekiel
© John Greenleaf Whittier
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;
Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;
Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents
© Jeremy Taylor
Mournful Iudah shreeks and cries
At the obsequies
A Farewell To Youth
© Alfred Austin
Ere that I say farewell to youth, and take
The homely road that leads to life's decline,
Feeding Out Wintering Cattle at Twilight
© Ted Hughes
The wind is inside the hill.
The wood is a struggle---like a wood
Struggling through a wood. A panic
Only just holds off---every gust
"Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips"
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips
Against the land. Or on where fancy drives
Noey Bixler
© James Whitcomb Riley
Another hero of those youthful years
Returns, as Noey Bixler's name appears.
The Birth Of Love
© Edgar Albert Guest
I REMEMBER the first tiny cry that she gave
And my heart felt a thrill that it never had known,
