All Poems
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Songs Set To Music: 12. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Since my words, though ne'er so tender,
With sincerest truth express'd,
Cannot make your heart surrender,
Nor so much as warm your breast;
A Daughter Of The States
© Madison Julius Cawein
She has the eyes of some barbarian Queen
Leading her wild tribes into battle; eyes,
Wherein th' unconquerable soul defies,
And Love sits throned, imperious and serene.
Seeing Off A Friend
© Li Po
Green hills above the northern wall,
White water winding east of the city.
On this spot our single act of parting,
The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.
The Yankee Man-of-War
© Anonymous
T IS of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
And the whistling wind from the west-nor-west blew through the pitch-pine spars;
With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung upon the gale;
On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of Kinsale.
Periodicity
© Lesbia Harford
My friend declares
Being woman and virgin she
Takes small account of periodicity
And she is right.
The Wind
© Mathilde Blind
ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind
Went sweeping on, and with his sobs and shrieks
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto V.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Venus Victrix
Fatal in force, yet gentle in will,
Defeats, from her, are tender pacts,
For, like the kindly lodestone, still
She's drawn herself by what she attracts.
The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.
© Sidney Lanier
By the Eldest Grandson.
Of Three Children
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Nor prince nor peer of fairyland
Had power to weave that wide riband
Of the grey, the gold, the green.
The Lorelei
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Yonder we see it from the steamer's deck,
The haunted Mountain of the Lorelei -
The Destroyer Of A Soul
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Why come you now? You, whom I cannot cease
With pure and perfect hate to hate? Go, ring
The death-bell with a deep, triumphant toll!
Say you, my friend sits by me still? Ah, peace!
Call you this thing my friend? this nameless thing?
This living body, hiding its dead soul?
In Durance
© Ezra Pound
(1907)
1 am homesick after mine own kind,
Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,
But I am homesick after mine own kind.
The Henchman
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My lady walks her morning round,
My lady's page her fleet greyhound,
My lady's hair the fond winds stir,
And all the birds make songs for her.
Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
[Abner]
Oh! just avenging Heaven! [aside.
The Worst Treason
© Victor Marie Hugo
The deepest infamy man can attain,
Is to strangle Rome, or France enchain;
Whate'er the place, the land, the city be,
'T is to rob man of soul and liberty;
Sea Pictures
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I.
Morning
THE morning sun has pierced the mist,
And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.
Waking from Drunken Sleep on a Spring Day.
© Li Po
Life is a dream. No need to stir.
Remembering this Im drunk all day.
Calgary Station
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!
