All Poems
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A Family Record
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877
NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,
Meditation On A Cold, Dark, And Rainy Night
© George Moses Horton
Sweet on the house top falls the gentle shower,
Love Sonnet XXIX
© Zora Bernice May Cross
O Love
Love
Love
Dearer than God to me.
Earth of the earth are we and light of light.
God-born, God-breathing, all our scented souls
In Death will glow, gladdening eternity.
So give me love
all love
this perfect night
As round our naked limbs its full fire rolls.
On Church Communion - Part IV.
© John Byrom
A Christian, in so catholic a sense,
Can give to none, but partial minds offence;
Forc'd to live under some divided part,
He keeps entire the union of the heart,
The sacred tie of love; by which alone
Christ said that his disciples should be known.
Gruffmoody Grim
© William Barnes
Aye, a sad life his wife must ha' led,
Vor so snappish he's leätely a-come,
The Rock of Rubies and the Quarry of Pearls
© Robert Herrick
Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew:
And nothing I did say,
A Youthful Experiment In English Hexameters
© James Russell Lowell
IMPRESSIONS OF HOMER
Sometimes come pauses of calm, when the rapt bard, holding his heart back,
Burning Leaves in Spring
© Christopher Morley
WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame
Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze,
Blow through the thickets whence they came
On amberlucent autumn days.
The Faded Flower
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way;
Aunts Tantrums
© William Barnes
Why ees, aunt Anne's a little staïd,
But kind an' merry, poor wold maïd!
Accident
© Harry Graham
"There's been an accident!" they said,
"Your servant's cut in half; he's dead."
"Indeed!" said Mr Jones, "and please
Give me the half that's got my keys."
Harvest Hymn
© Charles Sangster
GOD of the Harvest, Thou, whose sun
Has ripened all the golden grain,
We bless Thee for Thy bounteous store,
The cup of Plenty running o'er,
The sunshine and the rain!
With Flowers
© Francis Ledwidge
These have more language than my song,
Take them and let them speak for me.
I whispered them a secret thing
Down the green lanes of Allary.
Ninth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
In troublous days of anguish and rebuke,
While sadly round them Israel's children look,
And their eyes fail for waiting on their Lord:
While underneath each awful arch of green,
On every mountain-top, God's chosen scene,
Of pure heart-worship, Baal is adored:
Love
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
……….. The imperial votress passed on
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Midsummer Night's Dream,
Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?
Hobbie Noble
© Andrew Lang
Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!
That Liddesdale may safely say:
For in it there was baith meat and drink,
And corn unto our geldings gay.
