All Poems
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The Re-Awakening.
© Robert Crawford
Pan's not dead: the earth but waiteth
The burst of new life through the old;
In this way the God still createth
The sparks that animate the mould,
The Poetry Of Spenser
© George Meredith
Lakes where the sunsheen is mystic with splendour and softness;
Vales where sweet life is all Summer with golden romance:
Forests that glimmer with twilight round revel-bright palaces;
Here in our May-blood we wander, careering 'mongst ladies and
knights.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (7/14)
© France Preseren
Above them savage peaks the mountains raise,
Like those which once were charmed by the refrain
Of Orpheus, when his lyre stirred hill and plain,
And Haemus' crags and the wild folk of Thrace.
Sonnet V: Whilst Youth and Error
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst youth and error led my wand'ring mind
And set my thoughts in heedless ways to range,
The Response To A Festal Ode
© Confucius
Heaven shields and sets thee fast.
It round thee fair has cast
To The Right Hon. Mr. Dodington
© Edward Young
Balbutius, muffled in his sable cloak,
Like an old Druid from his hollow oak,
As ravens solemn, and as boding, cries,
"Ten thousand worlds for the three unities!"
Ye doctors sage, who through Parnassus teach,
Or quit the tub, or practise what you preach.
The Little Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
O brother, brother, come down to the crags by the bay,
Come down to the caves where I play;
Wake now, my Soul, and humbly hear
© John Austin
Wake now, my Soul, and humbly hear
What thy mild Lord commands:
Let Us Fly!
© Alfred Austin
Giacomo! back to the stable;
I shan't want the horses to-night.
And see you be gentle with Mabel;
It is not her temper, but fright.
Soft and warm, deep and broad, be her litter,
And her mane most caressingly curled.
After Reading J. T. Gilberts "The History Of Dublin."
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Long have I loved the beauty of thy streets,
Fair Dublin: long, with unavailing vows,
Ghazal 10
© Daagh Dehlvi
jala k dag-e-muhabbat ne dil ko khak kiya
bahar ai mere bag main khizan ki tarah
The Dominion.
© James Brunton Stephens
OH, fair Ideal, unto whom
Through days of doubt and nights of gloom
Passing The Buck
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Whatever the task that comes your way,
Just take it as part of your luck.
Look it right square in the eyes, and say,
"This is my task, I'll do it to-day":
Don't pass the buck.
Epigram
© Adelaide Crapsey
If illness' end be health regained then I
Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.
Too Late
© Richard Harris Barham
Too late! though flowerets round me blow,
And clearing skies shine bright and fair;
Their genial warmth avails not now -
Thou art not here the beam to share.
Song I
© James Russell Lowell
Violet! dear violet!
Thy blue eyes are only wet
With joy and love of Him who sent thee,
And for the fulfilling sense
Of that glad obedience
Which made thee all that Nature meant thee!
Robin And Harry
© Jonathan Swift
Robin to beggars with a curse,
Throws the last shilling in his purse;
And when the coachman comes for pay,
The rogue must call another day.
Bodys Blood
© Arthur Symons
And if I love you more than my own soul
Then must you die and I shall never die
Song of the Jailer
© Jacques Prevert
Where are you going handsome jailer
With that key that's touched with blood
Under The Cedarcroft Chestnut
© Sidney Lanier
Trim set in ancient sward, his manful bole
Upbore his frontage largely toward the sky.
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
What virtue breathed from out his bravery!
