All Poems
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© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
The Prayer
© Rudyard Kipling
My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
To stone and brass in heathen wise,
But in my brother's voice I hear
My own unanswered agonies.
His God is as his fates assign,
His prayer is all the world's-and mine.
The Fishers Boy
© Henry David Thoreau
MY life is like a stroll upon the beach,
As near the oceans edge as I can go;
My tardy steps its waves sometimes oerreach,
Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.
Go Not Far From Me, O My God
© Anna Laetitia Waring
Go not far from me, O my God,
Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything Thou wilt,
But go not Thou away,
And let the storm that does thy work
Deal with me as it may.
The Rose
© Henry Lawson
We love the land when the world goes round,
And deep, deep down in her thorny ground,
Where nobody comes, and nobody knows,
We love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose.
"Green and blue"
© Lesbia Harford
Green and blue
First-named of colours believe these two.
They first of colours by men were seen
This grass colour, tree colour,
Our Jack
© Henry Kendall
Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night,
Twelve years ago, the Spirit of the Storm
To Anne: Oh, Say Not, Sweet Anne
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed
The heart which adores you should wish to dissever;
Such Fates were to me most unkind ones indeed,
To bear me from love and from beauty for ever.
Praise The Generous Gods
© William Ernest Henley
Praise the generous gods for giving
In a world of wrath and strife,
With a little time for living,
Unto all the joy of life.
Times Defence
© Alfred Austin
``Why am I deemed an enemy of men
Who would beyond Life's limit life prolong?
To: Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach
© Sidney Lanier
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Willen nach
The Lily Confidante
© Henry Timrod
Lily! lady of the garden!
Let me press my lip to thine!
Love must tell its story, Lily!
Listen thou to mine.
Si una espina me hiere...
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
¡Si una espina me hiere, me aparto de la espina,
…pero no la aborrezco! Cuando la mezquindad
envidiosa en mi clava los dardos de su inquina,
esquívase en silencio mi planta, y se encamina hacia más puro
ambiente de amor y caridad.
Devotion
© Thomas Campion
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!
Though thou be black as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!
Sonnet Composed On A March Morning In The Woods
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE winds are loud and trumpet-clear to-day;
They seem to sound in onset, half in ire,
Half in the wildness of a vague desire
To force spring's fairy vanguard to delay;