All Poems
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On the Dark, Still, Dry Warm Weather, Occasionally Happening in the Winter Months
© Gilbert White
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire. ... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis Ingenium. Virg., Georg.
The Planting of the Apple-Tree
© William Cullen Bryant
COME let us plant the apple-tree.
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;
Youth in Age
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
When younger women stand a breathing space Before their mirrors, with an inward smile At burnished hair or slender throat or wileOf dimpled chin, or nest a rose in laceAnd note how perfectly it mates the face, I, pallid, worn and hollow-templed, pile My heart with thoughts of secret triumphs, whileYoung hopes are mine, young bliss and youth's light pace
Unheard Criticism
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
I talked with you to-day, all three,Two of you lurked unseen:Yourself, the boy you used to be,And the man you might have been.
The Prayer of the Year
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Leave me Hope when I am old, Strip my joys from me,Let November to the cold Bare each leafy tree;Chill my lover, dull my friend. Only, while I gropeTo the dark the silent end, Leave me Hope!
The Cicada
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
When the sun is hot and growing hotter,And the pond is dry as the ink on a blotter,When dust on the lilac leaves is showing
At the Window
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
How thick about the window of my life Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife, Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.
Oh Mother of a Mighty Race
© William Cullen Bryant
OH mother of a mighty race
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames thy haughty peers
Admire and hate thy blooming years.
With words of shame 5
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.
Ad Non Conscriptum
© Robert Stanley Weir
Not for the fame of it,But for the shame of it,You crossed the sea.Knowing the need of men,You of the breed of men,Recking the rede of men, Cried out: Send me.
From The White Devil ("Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright")
© John Webster
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
From The Duchess of Malfi (“O let us howl, some heavy note”)
© John Webster
O let us howl, some heavy note, Some deadly-dogged howl,Sounding as from the threat'ning throat Of beasts and fatal fowl
From The Devil's Law-case ("All the flowers of the spring")
© John Webster
All the flowers of the springMeet to perfume our burying;These have but their growing prime,And man does flourish but his time
Call for the Robin-redbreast and the Wren
© John Webster
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,Since o'er shady groves they hoverAnd with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies of unburied men
Viroconium
© Webb Mary
Virocon -- Virocon --Still the ancient name rings onAnd brings, in the untrampled wheat,The tumult of a thousand feet.
Market day
© Webb Mary
Who'll walk the fields with us to town,In an old coat and a faded gown?We take our roots and country sweetsWhere high walls shade the steep old streets,And golden bells and silver chimesRing up and down the sleepy times
Danny Boy
© Weatherly Frederick Edward
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain side,The summer's gone, and all the roses fallingIt's you, it's you must go, and I must bide
Man Frail and God Eternal
© Isaac Watts
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Who Is It?
© Albert Durrant Watson
If he has to, he will not, He will if he mustn't;He does if he shouldn't And should if he doesn't.
