All Poems
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To She Who Is Too Light-hearted
© Charles Baudelaire
Your head, your gesture, your air,
are lovely, like a lovely landscape:
laughters alive, in your face,
a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.
The Old Pensioner.
© William Butler Yeats
I had a chair at every hearth,
When no one turned to see
With 'Look at that old fellow there;
And who may he be?'
And therefore do I wander on,
And the fret is on me.
Una Bawn
© Francis Ledwidge
Una Bawn, the days are long,
And the seas I cross are wide,
I must go when Ireland needs,
And you must bide.
The Hereafter
© James Whitcomb Riley
Hereafter! O we need not waste
Our smiles or tears, whatever befall:
Italy : 49. The Feluca
© Samuel Rogers
Day glimmered; and beyond the precipice
(Which my mule followed as in love with fear,
Or as in scorn, yet more and more inclining
To tempt the danger where it menaced most)
July
© John Payne
THE meadows slumber in the golden shine;
Full-mirrored in the river's glass serene,
The Future
© Edgar Albert Guest
"The worst is yet to come:"
So wail the doubters glum,
But here's the better view;
"My best I've yet to do."
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 01
© Torquato Tasso
THE ARGUMENT.
God sends his angel to Tortosa down,
Roses Blushing Red And White
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Roses blushing red and white,
For delight;
At A Dinner To Admiral Farragut
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
JULY 6, 1865
Now, smiling friends and shipmates all,
Love Song for Lucinda
© Langston Hughes
Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
The Approaching Hour
© William Carlos Williams
You Communists and Republicans!
all you Germans and Frenchmen!
you corpses and quickeners!
The stars are about to melt
and fall on you in tears.
In The Cathedral
© Edward Dowden
THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fume
Sickens: O listen, how the priestly prayer
Jones's Private Argyment
© Sidney Lanier
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin' loans,
And git along without 'em:
The Rendition
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,
I saw an earnest look beseech,
And rather by that look than speech
My neighbor told me all.
Theophile Being Deny'd His Addresses To King James, Turned
© Richard Lovelace
Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior,
Ne trouue bon de me voir,
Voila la cause infallible!
Car, ravy de mon escrit,
Il creut, que j'estois tout esprit
Et par consequent invisible.
Nostalgia Of The Lakefronts
© Donald Justice
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters.
A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes;
Another, by the lake, the times of cruises.
Childhood, once vast with terrors and surprises,
Is fading to a landscape deep with distance
And always the sad piano in the distance,
To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Why need I say, Louisa dear!
How glad I am to see you here,
A lovely convalescent;
Risen from the bed of pain and fear,
And feverish heat incessant.
