All Poems
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To Fortune
© Matthew Prior
Whilst I in prison or in court look down,
Nor beg thy favour nor deserve thy frown,
In vain malicious Fortune hast thou tried
By taking from my state to quell my pride:
Insulting girl, thy present rage abate,
And wouldst thou have my humbled, make me great.
The Massacre Of The Bards
© Mary Hannay Foott
The sunlight from the sky is swept,
But, over Snowdons summit kept,
The Old Sailor
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
I've crossed the bar at last, mates,
My longest voyage is done;
Written In Richmond
© John Kenyon
Thames swept along in summer pride,
Sparkling beneath his verdant edge;
The Awakening
© James Weldon Johnson
I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely way,
Close by a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered day by day.
When There's Health In The House
© Edgar Albert Guest
When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
For the mother croons her ditties, and the father hums a song.
Although heavy be his burdens, he can carry them along.
To The Prophetic Soul
© Archibald Lampman
What are these bustlers at the gate
Of now or yesterday,
These playthings in the hand of Fate,
That pass, and point no way;
The Darling
© Joseph Skipsey
Misfortune is a darling, ever
Most faithful to the minstrel race;
Let low-bred wretches shun them, never
Yet acted she a part so base.
Thebais - Book One - part IV
© Pablius Papinius Statius
For by the black infernal Styx I swear,
(That dreadful oath which binds the thunderer)
The Happy Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
If you would know a happy man,
Go find the fellow who
Has had a bout with trouble grim
And just come smiling through.
Fugitive's Triumph
© Anonymous
Go, go, thou that enslav'st me,
Now, now thy power is o'er;
Long, long have I obeyed thee,
I'm not a slave any more;
No, no-oh, no!
I'm a free man ever more!
Epigram
© George Gordon Byron
In digging up your bones, Tom Paine,
Will. Cobbett has done well:
You visit him on earth again,
He'll visit you in hell.
Sonnet: Victorieusement fui le suicide
© Stéphane Mallarme
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold, tempest!
O laughter if only to royally invest
My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Columbia
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Columbia,
Who was thirsty, and called out for some beer;
But they brought it quite hot,
In a small copper pot,
Which disgusted that man of Columbia.
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
