All Poems
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Vae Victis
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Beside the placid sea that mirrored her
With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,
The Melbourne International Exhibition A. D. 1880
© Mary Hannay Foott
And thou who once wast Pharaoh's, and thou whose palm-thatched kraals
For centuries made marvel of bold De Gamas sails,
And all that dwell betwixt you, whateer your race and name,
Who seek our shores in kindness, we thank you that you came.
Sonnet LXII: The Soul's Sphere
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Some prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,
Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyre
To Charles Lloyd
© Charles Lamb
A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes
We past so late together; and my heart
Poem
© Bert Leston Taylor
Time's the Master Critic,
Only he can say
What, among these verses,
Good and bad and worse is --
What will live for aye.
Courtesy
© Hilaire Belloc
Of Courtesy, it is much less
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to me
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.
The Fox And The Huntsman
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HARD 'tis on a fox's traces
To arrive, midst forest-glades;
Saul And David
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,
Change
© Jones Very
Father! there is no change to live with Thee,
Save that in Christ I grow from day to day,
What The Hyena Said
© Vachel Lindsay
The moon is but a golden skull,
She mounts the heavens now,
And Moon-Worms, mighty Moon-Worms
Are wreathed around her brow.
What Shall I Render
© John Newton
For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
My soul what canst thou give?
Sweet William's Farewell to Black-ey'd Susan: A Ballad
© John Gay
I.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The Grand Consulation
© George Canning
If the health and the strength, and the pure vital breath
Of old England, at last must be doctor'd to death,
Oh! why must we die of one doctor alone?
And why must that doctor be just such a one
As Doctor Henry Addington?
To a Friend
© Mathilde Blind
TO you who dwell withdrawn, above
The world's tumultuous strife,
And, in an atmosphere of love,
Have triumphed over life;
Fairy Days
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Beside the old hall-fireupon my nurse's knee,
Of happy fairy dayswhat tales were told to me!
I thought the world was onceall peopled with princesses,
And my heart would beat to heartheir loves and their distresses:
And many a quiet night,in slumber sweet and deep,
The pretty fairy peoplewould visit me in sleep.
Death. A Dialogue
© Henry Vaughan
Soul.
'TIS a sad Land, that in one day
Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze
Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay
Tenant for years, and centuries ;
How wilt thou brook't ?
