All Poems
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Fragmentary Ending Of A Poem I
© Thomas Parnell
To the kind powr who taught me how to sing
Thus with the first of all wch he bestowd
Did ancient piety approach the God.
We too shall Sleep
© Archibald Lampman
Not, not for thee,
Belovèd child, the burning grasp of life
Shall bruise the tender soul. The noise, and strife,
And clamor of midday thou shalt not see;
Book Of Suleika - Hatem 01
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
NOT occasion makes the thief;
She's the greatest of the whole;
Sid Hamets Rod
© Jonathan Swift
Poor Hall, renown'd for comely hair,
Whose hands, perhaps, were not so fair,
Yet had a Jezebel as near;
Hall, of small scripture conversation,
The Poet
© Madison Julius Cawein
He stands above all worldly schism,
And, gazing over life's abysm,
Beholds within the starry range
Of heaven laws of death and change,
That, through his soul's prophetic prism,
Are turned to rainbows wild and strange.
Where Home Was
© Augusta Davies Webster
'TWAS yesterday; 'twas long ago:
And for this flaunting grimy street,
A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant
© Fyodor Sologub
A son was born to a poor peasant.
A foul old woman stepped inside
The hut, with trembling bony fingers
Clawing her tangled locks aside.
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto II.
© Matthew Prior
Richard, quoth Matt, these words of thine
Speak something sly and something fine;
But I shall e'en resume my theme,
However thou may'st praise or blame.
Elegy XXV. To Delia, With Some Flowers
© William Shenstone
Whate'er could Sculpture's curious art employ,
Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,
These would I give-and every gift enjoy,
That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.
Prayer At Sunrise
© James Weldon Johnson
O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun,
Now thou art risen, and thy day begun.
How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face,
As up thou spring'st to thy diurnal race!
Limerick: There was an Old Man of the Dee
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of the Dee,
Who was sadly annoyed by a flea;
When he said, 'I will scratch it,'
They gave him a hatchet,
Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.
Unguarded Gates
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
WIDE open and unguarded stand our gates,
Named of the four winds, North, South, East, and West;
"I had a lover who betrayed me"
© Lesbia Harford
I had a lover who betrayed me.
First he implored and then gainsaid me.
Hopeless I dared no more importune.
I found new friends, a kinder fortune.
Local Stop, Sheridan Square
© Eli Siegel
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The subways, as usual, take emotions north and south.
When you are in a subway, emotion goes with you.
Emotion for thousands has come to a stop at Christopher Street, which is another name for Sheridan Square
Like to a Coin
© Arlo Bates
LIKE to a coin, passing from hand to hand,
Are common memories, and day by day
An Apology To Dr. Clayton, Bishop Of Killala, And His Lady
© Mary Barber
No longer let Rome her old Argument boast,
That by Marriage the End of the Priesthood is lost;
That, toil'd and entangled in Family Cares,
The Clergy forget their celestial Affairs:
For, had she known Delia, she must have confess'd,
That the Church, in the Marriage of Prelates, was bless'd.
Jesus And John Contending For The Cross, By Simeone Da Pesaro; In The Collection Of The Seminary At
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Ah me! I see within
That artless wooden form,
A meaning of exceeding misery,
A dark, dark shadow of oncoming woe.
To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet VI.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the prime mover of my many sighs
Heaven took through death from out her earthly place,
