All Poems
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The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke
© Archibald MacLeish
The old men rake the yards for winter
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.
Boomer Johnson
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,
But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans and pots;
But he'd done his share of killin' and his draw was gettin' slow,
So he quits a-punchin' cattle and he takes to punchin' dough.
Bride of the Fire
© Sri Aurobindo
Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close, -
Bride of the Fire!
I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose,
I have slain desire.
We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steeps
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps
For Him who fills Heaven's throne.
The Disciples At Sea
© John Newton
Constrained by their Lord to embark,
And venture, without him, to sea;
Secret Flowers
© Katherine Mansfield
Is love a light for me? A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream
On The Vita Nuova Of Dante
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AS he that loves oft looks on the dear form
And guesses how it grew to womanhood,
The Flight of Youth
© William Watson
Youth! ere thou be flown away.
Surely one last boon to-day
Thou'lt bestow-
One last light of rapture give,
Rich and lordly fugitive!
Ere thou go.
Sonnet XLVII: Read In My Face
© Samuel Daniel
Read in my face a volume of despairs,
The wailing Iliads of my tragic woe,
My Own Property
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I FEEL that I'm possess'd of nought,
Saving the free unfetterd thought
Which from my bosom seeks to flow,
And each propitious passing hour
That suffers me in all its power
A loving fate with truth to know.
The Falcon
© Richard Lovelace
Fair Princesse of the spacious air,
That hast vouchsaf'd acquaintance here,
With us are quarter'd below stairs,
That can reach heav'n with nought but pray'rs;
Who, when our activ'st wings we try,
Advance a foot into the sky.
To Henry, Written to a Russian Air
© Amelia Opie
How I hail this morn's appearing!
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,
Sure we meet to part no more!
O Navio Negreiro Part 2 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Que importa do nauta o berço,
Donde é filho, qual seu lar?
Supper at the Mill
© Jean Ingelow
Frances.
Well, good mother, how are you?
M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:
I think 'tis mostly warm on market-days.
I met with George behind the mill: said he,
"Mother, go in and rest a while."
Life Without Health
© William Watson
Behold life builded as a goodly house
And grown a mansion ruinous
My Grace Is Sufficient For Thee
© John Newton
Oppressed with unbelief and sin,
Fightings without, and fears within;
While earth and hell, with force combined,
Assault and terrify my mind.
Lone Pine
© Edward Harrington
Lone Pine! Lone Pine! Our hearts are numbly aching
For those who come no more,
Poetry And Reality
© Jane Taylor
THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
