All Poems
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On the Deaths of Thomas Carlyle and George Eliot: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
TWO SOULS diverse out of our human sight
Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder:
The Wishing Bridge
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AMONG the legends sung or said
Along our rocky shore,
The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead
May well be sung once more.
"You'll Live, But I'll Not..."
© Anna Akhmatova
You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps,
The final turn is that.
Oh, how strongly grabs us
The secret plot of fate.
"The City of Brass"
© Rudyard Kipling
In a land that the sand overlays the ways to her gates are untrod
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!
Centennial
© Julia A Moore
Centennial! Centennial!
Hurrah to the Centennial;
And many, many people gone
To our national Centennial.
O Navio Negreiro Part 1. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Stamos em pleno mar… Doudo no espaço
Brinca o luar dourada borboleta;
E as vagas após ele correm… cansam
Como turba de infantes inquieta.
Sonnets Of The Blood V
© Allen Tate
Our elder brother whom we had not seen
These twenty years until you brought him back
To Alfred Tennyson
© Alfred Austin
Poet! in other lands, when Spring no more
Gleams o'er the grass, nor in the thicket-side
"The Girt Woak Tree That's In the Dell"
© William Barnes
The girt woak tree that's in the dell!
There's noo tree I do love so well;
Vor times an' times when I wer young,
I there've a-climbed, an' there've a-zwung,
The Dilettante: A Modern Type
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
HE scribbles some in prose and verse,
And now and then he prints it;
Caldwell Of Springfield
© Francis Bret Harte
Here's the spot. Look around you. Above on the height
Lay the Hessians encamped. By that church on the right
Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. And here ran a wall,--
You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball.
Nothing more. Grasses spring, waters run, flowers blow,
Pretty much as they did ninety-three years ago.
Lord Lundy, Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career
© Hilaire Belloc
Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
All Day She Quiet Lay
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance,
The closing shadows all of her embracing…
The madcap rain of summer frisked and pranced,
At leaves it drummed, down garden paths went racing.
When Albani Sang
© William Henry Drummond
Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan
morning not long ago,
Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem
© John Keats
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;
For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.
Not like the formal crest of latter days:
But bending in a thousand graceful ways;
Love Litanies.
© Robert Crawford
I.
I, too, have come to feel and see
How little in the world can be
Ours, as we pine and pass
Remembrance of Christmas Past
© Judith Viorst
We rose at dawn to three boys singing Rudolph.
We listened numbly to their shouts of glee.
The kitten threw up tinsel on the carpet.
The fire truck collided with the tree, requiring
A Sweet Lullaby
© Nicholas Breton
Come, little babe; come, silly soul,
Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
Born, as I doubt, to all our dole
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.
