All Poems
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How sickto waitin any placebut thine
© Emily Dickinson
How sickto waitin any placebut thine
I knew last nightwhen someone tried to twine
Thinkingperhapsthat I looked tiredor alone
Or breakingalmostwith unspoken pain
Elegy On Partridge
© Jonathan Swift
Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd,
Though we all took it for a jest:
To Damascus
© Henry Kendall
Where the sinister sun of the Syrians beat
On the brittle, bright stubble,
And the camels fell back from the swords of the heat,
Came Saul, with a fire in the soles of his feet,
And a forehead of trouble.
The Dream by the Fountain
© Charles Harpur
Bright was her brow, not the mornings brow brighter,
But her eyes were two midnights of passionate thought;
Light was her motion, the breezes not lighter,
And her looks were like sunshine and shadow in-wrought.
English Poets: Shelley
© James McIntyre
We have scarcely time to tell thee
Of the strange and gifted Shelley,
Kind hearted man, but ill-fated,
So youthful drowned and cremated.
To J. P.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
John Pierpont, the eloquent preacher and poet of Boston.
Not as a poor requital of the joy
The Great Carbuncle
© Sylvia Plath
We came over the moor-top
Through air streaming and green-lit,
Stone farms foundering in it,
Valleys of grass altering
In a light neither dawn
Upon The Whipping Of The Top
© John Bunyan
Tis with the whip the boy sets up the top,
The whip makes it run round upon its toe;
The whip makes it hither and thither hop:
'Tis with the whip the top is made to go.
The Abbreviated Fox And His Sceptical Comrades
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
And another added these truthful words
In the midst of the eager hush,
"We can part our hair 'most anywhere
So long as we keep the brush."
A Womans Sonnets: I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If the past year were offered me again,
With choice of good and ill before me set.
Should I be wiser for the bliss and pain
And dare to choose that we had never met?
Hyperion. Book III
© John Keats
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,
Amazed were those Titans utterly.
Bequest
© Emily Dickinson
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
But These Things Also
© Edward Thomas
But these things also are Spring's -
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;
Ship from the Thames
© Rex Ingamells
Stay, ship from Thames with fettered sails
in Sydney Cove, this ebb of tide;
your gear untangled from the gales,
imprisoned at your anchor ride.
Ajanta
© Muriel Rukeyser
CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave
nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.
To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent
© James Shirley
When this crystal shall present
Your beauty to your eye,
