All Poems
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"When Spring Comes Back To England"
© Alfred Noyes
When Spring comes back to England
And crowns her brows with May,
'The Voice from Over Yonder'
© Henry Lawson
Did she care as much as I did
When our paths of Fate divided?
The Homestead
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,
Ghost of a dead home, staring through
Its broken lights on wasted lands
Where old-time harvests grew.
The Three Witches
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
All the moon-shed nights are over,
And the days of gray and dun;
There is neither may nor clover,
And the day and night are one.
An Epitaph 4 (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
At threescore winters' end I died
A cheerless being sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.
Damages, Two Hundred Pounds
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Special Jurymen of England! who admire your country's laws,
And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applause;
Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a cause
Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes, this day week as ever was.
From "A Rhapsody"
© John Clare
Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone--
In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.
A Little While
© Sara Teasdale
A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
Conduct
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Heed how thou livest. Do no act by day
Which from the night shall drive thy peace away.
In months of sun so live that months of rain
Shall still be happy. Evermore restrain
Evil and cherish good, so shall there be
Another and a happier life for thee.
A Last Confession
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Our Lombard country-girls along the coast
Wear daggers in their garters: for they know
The Lyric Rose.
© Robert Crawford
What other work in the world have I
Than but to sing my song, and die?
No other work of hate or love
For hell below or heaven above!
Hawarden
© George Meredith
When comes the lighted day for men to read
Life's meaning, with the work before their hands
Far-Far-Away
© Alfred Tennyson
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
Far-far-away?
Father And Lover.
© Robert Crawford
My father was a god before you came;
Now in another shrine I bow the knee,
E'en as my mother in her own love-dream
Did from her father turn to worship mine.
Mother To Babe
© George Meredith
Fleck of sky you are,
Dropped through branches dark,
O my little one, mine!
Promise of the star,
Outpour of the lark;
Beam and song divine.
