All Poems
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A Question
© Alfred Austin
Love, wilt thou love me still when wintry streak
Steals on the tresses of autumnal brow;
The Clock of The Universe
© George MacDonald
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,
With its back to creation's flaming wall,
May Night
© Sara Teasdale
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
The Mystic Trumpeter
© Walt Whitman
I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
Now low, subdued-now in the distance lost.
The English Youth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is a dimness fallen on old fames.
Our hearts are solemnized with dearer names
Than Time is bright with: we have not heard alone,
Or read of it in books; it is our own
P. K. In commendation of this worke
© Roger Cotton
If Poets pens deserued prayse,
Whose paynes deserued well:
Much more the mindes, the pens, the men,
Indued with heauenly skill.
High Over The Battling Street
© Robert Laurence Binyon
High over the battling street
I watch the wind blow
In frenzy tearing the plane trees
That are tossing below.
From 'The Clouds'
© Sandor Petofi
SORROW? A GREAT OCEAN.
Joy?
A little pearl in the ocean.Perhaps,
By the time I fish it up, I may break it.
Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight
© William Wordsworth
WHO fancied what a pretty sight
This Rock would be if edged around
With living snow-drops? circlet bright!
How glorious to this orchard-ground!
Who loved the little Rock, and set
Upon its head this coronet?
Three Poems
© Ralph Hodgson
I
Babylon where I go dreaming
When I weary of to-day,
Weary of a world grown gray.
Improvisation
© Boris Pasternak
I fed out of my hand a flock of keys
To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flight.
Absence, Hear Thou my Protestation
© John Hoskins
Absence, hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength,
Distance and length:
Do what thou canst for alteration;
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join, and time doth settle.
Spirit Of Song
© Thomas Bracken
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
Gratitude
© Edith Nesbit
I found a starving cat in the street:
It cried for food and a place by the fire.
I carried it home, and I strove to meet
The claims of its desire.
De Habitant
© Aristotle
De place I get born, me, is up on de reever
Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc
Beeg mountain behin' it, so high you can't climb it
An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent.
The Pilot That Weath'd The Storm
© George Canning
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky, if no longer dark tempests deform;
When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?
No!-Here's to the Pilot who weather'd the storm!
A Dream -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the temple of Mahakal
The evening prayer bell rang
The crowded roads were now empty
The dusk was falling
And the rooftops were glowing
With the rays of setting sun.
