All Poems
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By The Hearth-Stone
© Sir Henry Newbolt
By the hearth-stone
She sits alone,
The long night bearing:
With eyes that gleam
Into the dream
Of the firelight staring.
"All In!"
© Peter McArthur
"I'm all in!"Bob Fitzsimmons
NOT on your life, Bob; not on your life! The Muse salutes you!
The Touch Of Tears
© Aline Murray Kilmer
MICHAEL walks in autumn leaves
Rustling leaves and fading grasses,
Safi
© Henry Kendall
Was it light, was it shadow he followed,
That he swept through those desperate tracts,
With his hair beating back on his shoulders
Like the tops of the wind-hackled flax?
Growing Attachment
© John Kenyon
With the freshness and placid sensations of morning,
As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan,
Los Heraldos Negros
© Cesar Vallejo
Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma,
de alguna adorable que el Destino Blasfema,
Esos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones
de algún pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema
Ultimately
© Ernest Hemingway
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
Alternation
© George Meredith
Between the fountain and the rill
I passed, and saw the mighty will
To leap at sky; the careless run,
As earth would lead her little son.
Out Of Hope
© Edith Nesbit
IF through the rain and wind along the street,
Where the wet stone reflects the flickering gas,
The Siege Of Kazan. (Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Black are the moors before Kazan,
And their stagnant waters smell of blood:
I said in my heart, with horse and man,
I will swim across this shallow flood.
The Walking Man
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Sunny summer day it was when loping in to Laramie,
I overtook the Walking Man, reined up and nodded "How!!"
Wamberal
© Henry Kendall
Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,
Like the song that once I loved so, softly of the old time sings -
The Image Of God (From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O Lord! who seest, from yon starry height
Centred in one the future and the past
Ofrenda Romantica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Fuensanta: las finezas del Amado
Las finezas más finas,
Han de ser par ti menguada cosa,
Porque el honor a ti, resulta honrado.
The Cummerbund: An Indian Poem
© Edward Lear
Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
Nor sit out late at night,--
Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
And swallow you outright.
Forgotten Boyhood
© Edgar Albert Guest
He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
Songs with Preludes: Lamentation
© Jean Ingelow
I read upon that book,
Which down the golden gulf doth let us look
