All Poems
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A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day
© John Donne
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
Love And Beauty: II: To The Same
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Oh Soul! that this fair flower dost so mirrour,
Ask of thyself, saying-'Soul beautiful,
Oh Soul-in-love, oh happy, happy Soul,
That wert so dull and poor, and this sweet hour
Asking in Vain
© Charles Harpur
But the wind alone is heard
Sighing in reply,
Where the long grave-grass is stirred
As it floweth by.
A Testimony
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I said of laughter: it is vain.
Of mirth I said: what profits it?
Therefore I found a book, and writ
Therein how ease and also pain,
How health and sickness, every one
Is vanity beneath the sun.
Sonnet 44: My Words, I Know Do Well
© Sir Philip Sidney
My words I know do well set forth my mind,
My mind bemoans his sense of inward smart;
Such smart may pity claim of any heart,
Her heart, sweet heart, is of no tiger's kind:
Cuncta Licet Cecidisse Putas Discrimina Rerum
© John Skelton
Cuncta licet cecidisse putas discrimina rerum,
Et prius incerta nunc tibi certa manent,
Hope Deferred
© Robert Fuller Murray
When the weary night is fled,
And the morning sky is red,
Then my heart doth rise and say,
`Surely she will come to-day.'
Dream Song I
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Long years ago, within a distant clime,
Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime,
In Verona.
© Robert Crawford
Juliet will never rise
In her passion's paradise;
Dust is in her ears and eyes.
And time too, as all men know,
Return! That to a heart
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
RETURN! that to a heart wounded full sore
Valiance and strength may enter in; return!
And Life shall pause at the deserted door,
The cold dead body breathe again and burn.
The Sea of Sunset
© Emily Dickinson
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
A Word to the Wise
© Piet Hein
Let the world pass in its time-ridden race;
never get caught in its snare.
Remember, the only acceptable case
for being in any particular place
is having no business there.
The After-Comers
© Robert Traill Spence Lowell
Their daisy, oak and rose were new;
Fresh runnels down their valleys babbled;
New were red lip, true eyes, fresh dew;
All dells, all shores, had not been rabbled;
Nor yet the rhyming lovers crew
Tree-bark and casement-pane had scrabbled.
There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
© Thomas Ford
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Prospect
© Sylvia Plath
Among orange-tile rooftops
and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
gray as rats,
Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I STARTED on a lonely road.
A few companions with me went.
Some fell behind, some forward strode,
But all on one high purpose bent:
"In this little school"
© Lesbia Harford
In this little school
Life goes so sweetly,
Day on azure day
Is lost completely.
Andrew MCrie
© Robert Fuller Murray
It was many and many a year ago,
In a city by the sea,
That a man there lived whom I happened to know
By the name of Andrew M'Crie;
And this man he slept in another room,
But ground and had meals with me.
