All Poems
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Song III
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O! YOUR eyes are deep and tender,
O! your charmèd voice is low,
But I've found your beauty's splendor
All a mockery and a show;
Charleston
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Then fold about thy beauteous form
The imperial robe thou wearest,
And front with regal port the storm
Thy foe would dream thou fearest;
If strength, and will, and courage fail
To cope with ruthless numbers,
Jeptha's Daughter
© George Gordon Byron
Since our Country, our God -- Oh, my Sire!
Demand that thy Daughter expire;
Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow--
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!
Touchstone On A Bus
© Alfred Noyes
Last night I rode with Touchstone on a bus
From Ludgate Hill to World's End. It was he!
The Sympathetic Minister
© Edgar Albert Guest
MY father is a peaceful man,
He tries in every way he can
Rimas I
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Yo se un himno gigante y extrano
Que anuncia en la noche del alma una aurora,
Y estas paginas son de ese himno
Cadencias que el aire dilata en las sombras.
Street Circus
© Alexander Blok
Suddenly the clown twists in the lights
Screaming, «Please help me! Please help!
I am bleeding red cranberry juice!
I have bandages made of rags!
I have a paper helmet on my head!
Ive a wooden sword in my hand!»
Eternity Of Love Protested
© Thomas Carew
How ill doth he deserve a lover's name,
Whose pale weak flame
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
© Emily Dickinson
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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
To the Ottawa
© Archibald Lampman
Dear dark-brown waters full of all the stain
Of sombre spruce-woods and the forest fens,
Laden with sound from far-off northern glens
Where winds and craggy cataracts complain,
Rimas LII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Olas gigantes que os rompeis bramando
En las playas desiertas y remotas,
Envuelto entre la sabana de espumas,
iLlevadme con vosotras!
Senlin: A Biography Pt 02: His Futile Preoccupations
© Conrad Aiken
Vine leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chips in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
Love #2.
© Robert Crawford
The small, white, soft hand of a maid can shoot
A bolt will bar a giant's way; and, oh!
The dreamy Love is a unique magician,
That, tender as the maiden's lily hand,
Is yet as sinewy retentive as
The bolt that bars the giant's way.
Ned the Larrikin
© Henry Kendall
A SONG that is bitter with griefa ballad as pale as the light
That comes with the fall of the leaf, I sing to the shadows to-night.
What I Call Living
© Edgar Albert Guest
The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;
The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;
The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,
And upon this vital subject no two of us agree.
But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along,
That living's made of laughter and good-fellowship and song.
Hacking Home
© William Henry Ogilvie
When your homing carloads swing
Past us down the crisping lanes,
Lullaby
© Horace Smith
Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep!
Evening is coming, and night is nigh;
Under the lattice the little birds cheep,
All will be sleeping by and by.
Sleep, little baby, sleep.
Mussulman's Dream
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
The Little Fauns To Proserpine
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
BROWNER than the hazel-husk, swifter than the wind,
Though you turn from heath and hill, we are hard behind,
Singing, "Ere the sorrows rise, ere the gates unclose
Bind above your wistful eyes the memory of a rose."
