All Poems
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The Sparrow
© Albert Durrant Watson
A little meal of frozen cake, A little drink of snow,And when the sun is setting, A broad-eaved bungalow.
Dream-fishing
© Albert Durrant Watson
Into the silent stream Of consciousness I flungDeep nets of sleep, and caught the dream That Love is always young.
The Drunkard's Child
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
He stood beside his dying child, With a dim and bloodshot eye;They'd won him from the haunts of vice To see his first-born die
Aunt Chloe
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"
The Study of a Spider
© Warren John Byrne Leicester
From holy flower to holy flowerThou weavest thine unhallowed bower
Dithyramb
© Warren John Byrne Leicester
Sunbright ale is royal food,Jarring cups disloyal feud. I will cheer my soaking mood Till the orchards reel.
Working Class
© Warr Bertram
We have heard no nightingales singingin cool, dim lane, where eveningcomes like a procession through the aisles at passion-tide,filling the church with quiet prayer dressed in white
Creation
© Warr Bertram
All the hours and hours and hours,All the days and days and daysThat the song within me bides its timeIn the caves of the eloquent ways.
Act of Love
© Warr Bertram
Over this sticky mound of us--You flaccid and sagging into sleep,Exuding, after the diligence of your response,The sour smell of the unbathed;Me, lingering flatly on banality,The euphemistic
Albion's England
© William Warner
The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and king Adelbright in Diria jointly reign;In loyal concord during life these kingly friends remain
Tender Mercies, on my Way
© Waring Anna Letitia
Tender mercies, on my way Falling softly like the dew,Sent me freshly every day, I will bless the Lord for you.
FINIS. To the Superior Animal
© Waring Anna Letitia
To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's A fact the years decide;It is a common thing with cats And not a thing to hide.
The Snake on D. H. Lawrence
© Warburton N. J.
Some creep came to my water troughAnd stood there, hopping from foot to foot,In his pyjamas.
Upon His Majesty’s Repairing of Paul’s
© Edmund Waller
Scarce suffer'd more upon Melita's shore,Than did his Temple in the sea of Time(Our Nation's Glory, and our Nation's Crime)When the first Monarch of this happy Isle,Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile,This work of cost and piety begunTo be accomplish'd by his glorious Son:Who all that came within the ample thoughtOf his wise Sire, has to perfection brought
Parting At Morning
© Robert Browning
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
Frederiksted, Dusk
© Derek Walcott
Sunset, the cheapest of all picture-shows,.....substantial light and insubstantial stone.
L'Epitaphe Villon
© Francois Villon
Freres humains qui après nous vivez,N'ayez les cuers contre nous endurcis,Car, se pitié de nous povres avez,Dieu en aura plus tost de vous mercis
Ballade des Dames du Temps Jadis
© Francois Villon
Dictes moy où, n'en quel pays,Est Flora, la belle Romaine;Archipiada, ne Thaïs,Qui fut sa cousine germaine;Echo, parlant quand bruyt on maineDessus riuière ou sus estan,Qui beauté ot trop plus qu'humaine?Mais où sont les neiges d'antan!
Où est la tres sage Helloïs,Pour qui fut chastré et puis moynePierre Esbaillart à Sainct-Denys?Pour son amour ot cest essoyne
