All Poems
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Michael Scotts Wooing
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ROSE-SHEATHED beside the rosebud tongue
Lurks the young adder's tooth;
Milk-mild from new-born hemlock-bluth
The earliest drops are wrung:
And sweet the flower of his first youth
When Michael Scott was young.
Hang the Man Who Works
© Anonymous
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,
While I relate a verse or two of the professional bum
Who travels the north, likewise the south, likewise the east and west,
Humming his chuck wherever he goes, and hanging the man who works.
The Call Of Liberty. May 1809
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
YE nations of Europe! arising to war,
And scorning submission to tyranny's might
Oh! follow the track of my bright blazing car,
Diffusing a path-way of radiance afar,
Dispelling the shadows of night!
My Namesake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
A green leaf on your own Green Banks--
The memory of your friend.
The Gift Of Life
© Edith Nesbit
Life is a night all dark and wild,
Yet still stars shine:
This moment is a star, my child -
Your star and mine.
Caledonia
© James Hogg
Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock,
Of the ocean, the mist, and the wind-
The Great Titanic
© Anonymous
It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock
When that great Titanic began to reel and rock;
People began to scream and cry,
Saying, "Lord, am I going to die?"
After The Thunder
© William Henry Ogilvie
If I'd 'a had two I'd 'a held 'em; but just because I had four,
An' the black colt in for the first time, an' the bay mare lookin' for war,
The Beau to the Virtuosos
© William Shenstone
Hail curious wights, to whom so fair
The form of mortal flies is!
Who deem those grubs beyond compare,
Which common sense despises.
My Lady The Tyranness
© Francis Thompson
Me since your fair ambition bows
Feodary to those gracious brows,
bhUvini dAsuDanE
© Tyagaraja
caraNam
cAla saukhyamO kaShTamO nEnu jAlijEnditinA sarivArilO
pAlamuncina nITamuncinA padamulE gati tyAgarAjanuta
Since I Have Done My Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
SINCE I have done my best, I do
Not fear the outcome; here I stand
The Mocking-Bird [At Night.]
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A GOLDEN pallor of voluptuous light
Filled the warm southern night:
The moon, clear orbed, above the sylvan scene
Moved like a stately queen,
Tobacco
© George Wither
The Indian weed, withered quite,
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.
Romance of Dunois
© Sir Walter Scott
It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine,
But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine:
"And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven," was still the Soldierâs prayer;
"That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair."
Potter
© Pablo Neruda
When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.
Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
© John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat.
She's a mess o' funny capahs f'om huh slippahs to huh hat.
Ef you tries to un'erstan' huh, an' you fails, des' up an' say:
"D' ain't a bit o' use to try to un'erstan' a woman's way."
Eureka poem
© Anonymous
As I lay sleeping
on Bakery Hill
I heard her calling:
The leaves were still.
