All Poems
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Songs Set To Music: 21. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Touch the lyre, touch every string;
Touch it, Orpheus; I will sing
The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
How beauteous is the bond
In the manifold array
Of its promises to pay,
While the eight per cent it gives
And the rate at which one lives
Correspond!
Staying The Night At A Mountain Temple
© Li Po
The high tower is a hundred feet tall,
From here one's hand could pluck the stars.
I do not dare to speak in a loud voice,
I fear to disturb the people in heaven.
The Dance of the Rain
© Eugene Marais
Oh, the dance of our Sister!
First, over the hilltop she peeps stealthily
Justice
© George Herbert
I cannot skill of these thy ways:
Lord thou didst make me, yet you woundest me:
Lord, thou dost wound me, yet thou dost relieve me:
Lord, thou relievest, yet I die by thee:
Lord, thou dost kill me, yet thou dost reprieve me.
The Bereaved
© Robert Laurence Binyon
We grudged not those that were dearer than all we possessed,
Lovers, brothers, sons.
Our hearts were full, and out of a full heart
We gave our belovèd ones.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 14
© William Langland
"I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, "I am the lasse to blame
Though it be soiled and selde clene - I slepe therinne o nyghtes;
And also I have an houswif, hewen and children -
Uxorem duxi, et ideo non possum venire -
That wollen bymolen it many tyme, maugree my chekes.
The Lover And Birds
© William Allingham
Within a budding grove,
In April's ear sang every bird his best,
Pigmy seraphsgone astray
© Emily Dickinson
I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter"
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee.
Sun Of The Sleepless!
© George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember'd well!
The Comedian As The Letter C: 06 - And Daughters With Curls
© Wallace Stevens
Portentous enunciation, syllable
To blessed syllable affined, and sound
The nearest Dream recedesunrealized
© Emily Dickinson
The nearest Dream recedesunrealized
The Heaven we chase,
God Rules Alway
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Into the world's most high and holy places
Men carry selfishness, and graft and greed.
Don Pedrillo
© Emma Lazarus
Not a lad in Saragossa
Nobler-featured, haughtier-tempered,
Than the Alcalde's youthful grandson,
Donna Clara's boy Pedrillo.
Ghazal
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
I am being accused of loving you, that is all
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is all
The Song Of Despair
© Pablo Neruda
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
Admirals All
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Admirals all, for England's sake,
Honour be yours and fame!
And honour, as long as waves shall break,
To Nelson's peerless name!
