All Poems
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The Meeting
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE flitted by me on the stair--
A moment since I knew not of her.
If He were livingdare I ask
© Emily Dickinson
If He were livingdare I ask
And how if He be dead
And so around the Words I went
Of meeting themafraid
A Mid-Day Dreamer
© James Weldon Johnson
And I the while lie idly back,
And dream, and dream,
And let them row me where they will
Adown the stream.
Eastern Sunset
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Tis only the nightingale's warbled strain,
That floats through the evening sky:
Dream-Dew
© Edith Nesbit
WHITE bird of love, lie warm upon my breast,
White flower of love, lie cool against my face!
Teach me to dream again a little space
Ere this dream, too, sink earthward with the rest.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I touched that knee. She did not show surprise,
And the earth had not opened at our feet.
She did not even laugh. Her foolish eyes
Twinkled a moment in her cheeks, then set
Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,
And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm;
Ever, ever to westward! There must the coast be discovered,
If it but lie distinct, luminous lie in thy mind.
Robbed by Deathbut that was easy
© Emily Dickinson
Robbed by Deathbut that was easy
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing
Robbed by Liberty
Daily, Daily, Sing The Praises
© Sabine Baring-Gould
Daily, daily, sing the praises
Of the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation stones are laid.
Too Big A Price
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They say my boy is bad," she said to me,
A tired old woman, thin and very frail.
A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January, 1779
© William Cowper
Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream,
There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--
Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask)
© Charles Baudelaire
II est de forts parfums pour qui toute matière
Est poreuse. On dirait qu'ils pénètrent le verre.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'Orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
Low In The Grave He Lay
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph over His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Lullaby
© Lola Ridge
Rock-a-by baby, woolly and brown…
(There's a shout at the door an' a big red light…)
Lil' coon baby, mammy is down…
Han's that hold yuh are steady an' white…
In The Desert
© Ernest Favenc
A cloudless sky oerhead, and all around
The level country stretching like a sea
A dull grey sea, that had no seeming bound,
The very semblance of eternity.
The Tragedy Of Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
I HEARD an old man say today:
"A young man gives me orders now,"
Moments Indulgence
© Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
