All Poems
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The Letter
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I held his letter in my hand,
And even while I read
The lightning flashed across the land
The word that he was dead.
Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie
© Richard Lovelace
It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
For ever ecchoes, and her glories;
Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,
That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;
A Fallen Beech
© Madison Julius Cawein
Nevermore at doorways that are barken
Shall the madcap wind knock and the noonlight;
Nor the circle, which thou once didst darken,
Shine with footsteps of the neighboring moonlight,
Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken.
The Tunning of Elenor Rumming
© John Skelton
Some renne tyll they swete,
Brynge wyth them malte or whete,
And dame Elynour entrete
To byrle them of the best.
The Emigrants Monument At Point St. Charles
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A kindly thought, a generous deed,
Ye gallant sons of toil!
No nobler trophy could ye raise
On your adopted soil
Than this monument to your kindred dead,
Who sleep beneath in their cold, dark bed.
Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts
© Hannah More
PART I.
Florio, a youth of gay renown,
Penny Pieces
© Charles Lamb
"I keep it, dear papa, within my glove."
"You do-what sum then usually, my love,
Is there deposited? I make no doubt,
Some penny pieces you are not without."
After Long Grief
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs
And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;
Salute To The Trees
© Henry Van Dyke
Many a tree is found in the wood
And every tree for its use is good:
The Song of Harold Harfager
© Sir Walter Scott
The sun is rising dimly red,
The wind is wailing low and dread;
On An Old Woman (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Mycilla dyes her locks, 'tis said:
But 'tis a foul aspersion;
She buys them black; they therefore need
No subsequent immersion.
The Song Of Theodolinda
© George Meredith
Mark the skeleton of fire
Lightening from its thunder-roof:
So comes this that saw expire
Him we love, for our behoof!
Red of heat, O white of heat,
This from off the Cross we greet.
Sick Room
© Langston Hughes
How quiet
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers-
Life and Death,
And all three covered with a sheet of pain.
Songs with Preludes: Regret
© Jean Ingelow
O that word REGRET!
There have been nights and morns when we have sighed,
Le Chene De Ceres
© André Marie de Chénier
Allons chanter, assis dans les saintes forêts,
Sous ce chêne orgueilleux, favori de Cérès,
Qui loin autour de lui porte un immense ombrage,
Tu vois, de tous côtés pendant à son feuillage,
Couronnes et bandeaux et bouquets entassés,
Doux monuments des voeux par Cérès exaucés.
The Patient's Sweater
© Boris Pasternak
A life of its own and a long one is led
By this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-
The wingless pullover, the patient's old vest;
Now pass it some warmth, move the lamp to the bed.
