All Poems
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Dreamlight
© Leon Gellert
Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought
Oh, come to me from out the voiceless calm,
And teach me what the Nile has left untaught.
When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
© John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
Freedom And Peace
© George Dyer
When long thick Tempests waste the Plain
And Lightnings cleave an angry Sky,
Sorrow invades each anxious Swain
And trembling Nymphs to shelter fly!
But let the Sun illume the skies,
They hail his beam with grateful eyes.
Sonnet LXXXI: Memorial Thresholds
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What place so strange,though unrevealèd snow
With unimaginable fires arise
Who Lights The Fire?
© George MacDonald
Who lights the fire-that forth so gracefully
And freely frolicketh the fairy smoke?
Some pretty one who never felt the yoke-
Glad girl, or maiden more sedate than she.
To William Mitford, Esq.
© Henry James Pye
Mitford, the candid Critic of my lays,
Who oft when wild my careless Muse would sing
The Birch-Tree
© James Russell Lowell
Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine,
Among thy leaves that palpitate forever;
Ovid in thee a pining Nymph had prisoned,
The soul once of some tremulous inland river,
Quivering to tell her woe, but, ah! dumb, dumb forever!
Roman Anemones
© Mathilde Blind
THE maiden meadows softly blush
Beneath the enamoured breeze,
And break into one purple flush
Of frail anemones.
The Gift of Tritemius
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day,
While kneeling at the altar's foot to pray,
Alone with God, as was his pious choice,
Heard from without a miserable voice,
A sound which seemed of all sad things to tell,
As of a lost soul crying out of hell.
Kill your Balmand its Odors bless you
© Emily Dickinson
Kill your Balmand its Odors bless you
Bare your Jessamineto the storm
And she will fling her maddest perfume
Haplyyour Summer night to Charm
Cobus Hagelstein
© Charles Godfrey Leland
ICH bin ein Deutscher, und mein name is Cobus Hagelstein,
I coom from Cincinnati, and I life peyond der Rhein;
Und I dells you all a shdory dot makes me mad ash blitz,
Pout how a Yankee gompany vas shvindle me to fits.
Hop, Skip And Jump: A Queer Trio Personified.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O! HOP is a sailor used up in the war,
With a single good leg to stand on;
And a face as dingy almost as the tar
He was wont to rest his hand on:
Natures Nature
© Paramahansa Yogananda
Not hear, not here,
Apollo would his burning chariot steer;
Nor Diana dare to peep
Into the sacred silence deep.
Mozarts Grave
© Alfred Austin
Where lies Mozart? Tradition shows
A likely spot: so much, no more:
No words of his own time disclose
When crossed He to the Further Shore,
Though later ages, roused to shame,
On tardy tomb have carved his name.
Conquest Of Prejudice
© Charles Lamb
Unto a Yorkshire school was sent
A negro youth to learn to write,
And the first day young Juba went
All gazed on him as a rare sight.
