All Poems
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Behind The Scenes: Empire
© Arthur Symons
The little painted angels flit,
See, down the narrow staircase, where
The pink legs flicker over it!
To Youth
© Sarojini Naidu
O YOUTH, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone?
Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;
Together drunk of many an alien dawn,
And plucked the fruit of many an alien sky.
Ballade Of Roulette
© Andrew Lang
The prize that the pleasure enhances?
The prize is--at last to forget
The changes, the chops, and the chances -
The wheel of Dame Fortune's roulette.
The Missionary - Canto Fourth
© William Lisle Bowles
Earth upon the billet heap;
So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep!
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim,
Accursed be his nation and his name!
Fa Leszek (I'll Be a Tree)
© Sandor Petofi
Fa leszek, ha fának vagy virága.
Ha harmat vagy: én virág leszek.
Harmat leszek, ha te napsugár vagy...
Csak, hogy lényink egyesüljenek.
On The Steamer
© Boris Pasternak
The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air
Were like delirium; half awake
Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama glared
Blue, as the plumage of a drake.
To The Pliocene Skull
© Francis Bret Harte
"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!
Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,
Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum
Of volcanic tufa!
Tears, Idle Tears
© Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Sonnet To Simplicity
© Helen Maria Williams
NYMPH of the desert! on this lonely shore,
Simplicity, thy blessings still are mine,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf V. -- The Skerry Of Shri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Now from all King Olaf's farms
His men-at-arms
Gathered on the Eve of Easter;
To his house at Angvalds-ness
Fast they press,
Drinking with the royal feaster.
Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel
© Paul Celan
In Brest, before the Fire-Hoops burning,
In the Tent, where Tigers sprang,
there I heard you, Finite, singing,
there I saw you, Mandelstam.
A Memorial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,
The solemn vista to the tomb
Must know henceforth another shadow,
And give another cypress room.
An Athenian Reverie
© Archibald Lampman
How the returning days, one after one,
Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,
Acushla
© Roderic Quinn
I NAMED her twice, I named her thrice,
I named her ten times over;
The wind heard, and the singing bird,
And the bee in the creamy clover.
Neglectful Edward
© Robert Graves
"A rope of pearls and a gold earring,
And a bird of the East that will not sing.
A carven tooth, a box with a key--"
The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn
© Sir Henry Newbolt
We lay at St. Helen's, and easy she rode
With one anchor catted and fresh-water stowed;
When the barge came alongside like bullocks we roared,
For we knew what we carried with Nelson aboard.
A Prophecy
© Walter Savage Landor
PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
This man loved me! then rise and trip away.
Cannae
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Save where Garganus, with low--ridgèd bound,
Protects the North, the eye outstretching far
Surveys one sea of gently--swelling ground,
A fitly--moulded ``Orchestra of War.''
