All Poems
/ page 331 of 3210 /Wake The Serpent Not
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wake the serpent notlest he
Should not know the way to go,--
Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping
Through the deep grass of the meadow!
Mary
© George MacDonald
She sitteth at the Master's feet
In motionless employ;
Her ears, her heart, her soul complete
Drinks in the tide of joy.
Ballad Of The Skeletons
© Allen Ginsberg
Said the Presidential Skeleton
I won't sign the bill
Said the Speaker skeleton
Yes you will
Hermes Trismegistus
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Still through Egypt's desert places
Flows the lordly Nile,
On The Persecution Of The Jews In Russia
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully rise
Into heart-storms of agony borne from afar?
A tempest of passion, a tumult of sighs?
There is dread on the earth, and stern grief in the skies,
While the nations, appalled, watch the realm of the Czar!
Ballads Of Four Seasons: Summer
© Li Po
On Mirror Lake outspread for miles and miles,
The lotus lilies in full blossom teem.
In fifth moon Xi Shi gathers them with smiles,
Watchers o'erwhelm the bank of Yuoye Stream.
Her boat turns back without waiting moonrise
To yoyal house amid amorous sighs.
I learnedat leastwhat Home could be
© Emily Dickinson
I learnedat leastwhat Home could be
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant
How awkward at the Hymn
Stanzas on the Taking of Quebec and the Death of General Wolfe
© Oliver Goldsmith
AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,
Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,
And quells the raptures which from pleasures start.
Johnson, alias Crow
© Henry Lawson
Where the seasons are divided and the bush begins to change,
and the links are rather broken in the Great Dividing Range;
Afloat And Ashore
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'Tumble and rumble, and grumble and snort,
Like a whale to starboard, a whale to port;
Tumble and rumble, and grumble and snort,
And the steamer steams thro' the sea, love!'
Der Schiffbruch
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
"Gewagt! Freund, komm mit mir aufs Meer!
Das Trinken macht den Beutel leer,
Drum hol ich mir in fernen Landen,
Die unsre Vaeter niemals fanden,
Gold, Silber, Berlen, Edelstein;
Und folglich Wein."
Young Henry
© Julia A Moore
Young Henry was as faithful boy
As ever stood on the American soil,
And he did enlist, without a doubt,
When the rebellion was broke out.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE HAS FALLEN FROM THE HEIGHT OF HIS LOVE
Love, how ignobly hast thou met thy doom!
Ill--seasoned scaffolding by which, full--fraught
With passionate youth and mighty hopes, we clomb
Bequeathal
© Roderic Quinn
THE night-birds cry in the bush outside,
And I write here, though the hour be late;
And what shall I write of the man who died?
"He gave his gold to the poor at his gate!"