All Poems
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Open Speech
© John Le Gay Brereton
Good friend of mine, you feel with me
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speakI want a word from you.
Touch-And-Go
© Sylvia Plath
Sing praise for statuary:
For those anchored attitudes
And staunch stone eyes that stare
Through lichen-lid and passing bird-foot
The Swan flies away
© Kabir
Ud Jayega Huns Akela,
Jug Darshan Ka Mela
Jaise Paat Gire Taruvar Se,
Milna Bahut Duhela
The Future of the Classics
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
No longer, 0 scholars, shall Plautus
Be taught us.
No more shall professors be partial
To Martial.
Aftermath. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
Earth Rune.
© Robert Crawford
I heard the Earth within me sing
As if it were a trancéd thing,
Or as if under thought's control
All things were chaunting in my soul.
Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dear
© Richard Lovelace
I.
See! what an undisturbed teare
She weepes for her last sleepe;
But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star,
She weepes that she did weepe.
The Road Home
© Madison Julius Cawein
Over the hills, as the pewee flies,
Under the blue of the Southern skies;
Over the hills, where the red-bird wings
Like a scarlet blossom, or sits and sings:
Hymn For The Opening Of Plymouth Church, St. Paul, Minnesota
© John Greenleaf Whittier
All things are Thine: no gift have we,
Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee;
And hence with grateful hearts to-day,
Thy own before Thy feet we lay.
The Man With The Hoe:Written after Seeing the Painting by Millet
© Edwin Markham
God made man in His own image, in the image of God made He him.GENESIS
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans
This Hymn Was Made By Sir H. Wotton, When He Was An Ambassador At Venice, In The Time of A Great Sic
© Sir Henry Wotton
Eternal Mover, whose diffused Glory,
To shew our groveling Reason what thou art,
Unfolds it self in Clouds of Natures story,
Where Man, thy proudest Creature, acts his part:
Whom yet (alas) I know not why, we call
The Worlds contracted sum, the little all.
The Angel's Kiss
© Alma Frances McCollum
WHEN darkness slowly fades from earth away,
And dawning shades are turning rosy gray,
An angel comes, and softly stooping low
Leaves on our lips a kiss, a blessed kiss,
Filled with protecting peace and heavenly bliss,
Which means, 'I guard you and I love you so.'
New Chum And Old Monarch.
© James Brunton Stephens
CHIEFTAIN, enter my verandah;
Sit not in the blinding glare;
Microcosmography
© John Le Gay Brereton
He looks beyond the veils of night and day;
He hearkens in the silence, and has heard
Night Of Frost In May
© George Meredith
With splendour of a silver day,
A frosted night had opened May:
At Even
© Frederic Manning
Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping.
Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow!
