All Poems
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Conclusion
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il est ! Mais nul cri d'homme ou d'ange, nul effroi,
Nul amour, nulle bouche, humble, tendre ou superbe,
Ne peut balbutier distinctement ce verbe !
Il est ! il est ! il est ! il est éperdument !
Human Failings
© Edgar Albert Guest
RECKON when our days are done
And God takes up our record sheets, And sees the battles we have won, He'll want to read of our defeats.
The Antipodes.
© James Brunton Stephens
A TOWN, a river, hills and trees,
Blue-bounded by the boundless sky
A Hymn for Evening
© Thomas Parnell
The beam-repelling mists arise,
And evening spreads obscurer skies;
When Allah Spoke
© Arlo Bates
Was I not thine when Allah spoke the word
Which formed from smoke the sky?
A Cabin Tale
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dah now, ain't dat sto'y fine?
Run erlong now, nevah min'.
Want some mo', you rascal, you?
No, suh! no, suh! dat 'll do.
To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair
© Jonathan Swift
Let me thy Properties explain,
A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;
Song: My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free
© Thomas Parnell
My days have been so wondrous free,
The little birds that fly
With careless ease from tree to tree,
Were but as bless'd as I.
There Falls with Every Wedding Chime
© Walter Savage Landor
THERE falls with every wedding chime
A feather from the wing of Time.
You pick it up, and say How fair
The Wanderers Return
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling
Like night upon a grave. The city there,
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair,
A Poet's Soliloquy
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
ON a time not of old
When a poet had sent out his soul and no welcome had found
Where the heart of the nation in prose stood fettered and bound
In fold upon fold
He called back his soul who had pined for an answer afloat;
And thus in the silence of night and the pride of his spirit he wrote.
Brave Alum Bey
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh, big was the bosom of brave ALUM BEY,
And also the region that under it lay,
In safety and peril remarkably cool,
And he dwelt on the banks of the river Stamboul.
Nobility Of Goodness
© Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray;
The Child-Mother
© George MacDonald
Heavily slumbered noonday bright
Upon the lone field, glory-dight,
A burnished grassy sea:
The child, in gorgeous golden hours,
Through heaven-descended starry flowers,
Went walking on the lea.
Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under Mount Etna he lies,
It is slumber, it is not death;
For he struggles at times to arise,
And above him the lurid skies
Are hot with his fiery breath.
Love's Seasons
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,
Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine.
A More Ancient Mariner
© Bliss William Carman
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,
A burly velveted rover,
Who loves the booming wind in his ear
As he sails the seas of clover.
Sonnett - VI
© James Russell Lowell
Great Truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of Eternity;
