All Poems
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De Profundis
© George MacDonald
When I am dead unto myself, and let,
O Father, thee live on in me,
Contented to do nought but pay my debt,
And leave the house to thee,
Peter Walking Upon The Water
© John Newton
A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and liberty
To tempest-tossed souls.
Miss Edith's Modest Request
© Francis Bret Harte
But Papa said if I was good I could ask you--alone by myself--
If you wouldn't write me a book like that little one up on the shelf.
I don't mean the pictures, of course, for to make THEM you've got to
be smart
But the reading that runs all around them, you know,--just the
easiest part.
Reconciliation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LAND of the North! I waft to thee
The South's warm benedicite!
Thou camest when all was grief and pain,
The feverish blood, the tortured brain,
When through hot veins delirium ran,
Thou cam'st, the true Samaritan!
A Meeting
© Edith Wharton
On a sheer peak of joy we meet;
Below us hums the abyss;
Death either way allures our feet
If we take one step amiss.
Sans Parents, Sans Amis
© André Marie de Chénier
Sans parents, sans amis et sans concitoyens,
Oublié sur la terre et loin de tous les miens,
I Dreamt Of Robin
© John Clare
I opened the casement this morn at starlight,
And, the moment I got out of bed,
Les Chats (Cats)
© Charles Baudelaire
Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.
Rufuss Tree
© John Kenyon
O'er the New Forest's heath-hills bare,
Down steep ravine, by shaggy wood,
Decalogue Of The Artist
© Gabriela Mistral
V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
and is not to be found at carnival or fair.
Comradery
© Madison Julius Cawein
With eyes hand-arched he looks into
The morning's face; then turns away
With truant feet, all wet with dew,
Out for a holiday.
Hesper
© John Le Gay Brereton
Not till the sun, that brings to birth
The myriad marvels of the earth
Sonnet 70: My Muse May well Grudge
© Sir Philip Sidney
My Muse may well grudge at my heav'nly joy,
If still I force her in sad rimes to creep:
She oft hath drunk my tears, now hopes t'enjoy
Nectar of mirth, since I Jove's cup do keep.
A Letter To A Friend,
© Mary Barber
The firmest, and the fairest Fame
Is ever Envy's surest Aim:
But if it stand her Rage, unmov'd,
Like Gold, in fiery Furnace prov'd;
Unbiass'd Truth, your Virtues Friend,
Will more exalt you in the End.
Frankie's Trade
© Rudyard Kipling
Old Horn to All Atlantic said:
A-hay O! To me O!
"Now where did Frankie learn his trade?
For he ran me down with a three-reef mains'I."
All round the Horn!
Evangeline: Part The Second. II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,
Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,
