All Poems
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Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
© Dylan Thomas
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
When clouds are cursed by thunder,
Be said to weep when weather howls?
Shall rainbows be their tunics' colour?
Autumn Song
© Edith Nesbit
"I will not walk the woodlands brown
Where ghosts and mists are blown,
But I will walk the lonely down
And I will walk alone.
The Soldier
© John Clare
Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;
And when the army in the Indias lay
Clouds
© Charles Heavysege
Hushed in a calm beyond mine utterance,
See in the western sky the evening spread;
For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also
© George MacDonald
The miser lay on his lonely bed;
Life's candle was burning dim.
His heart in an iron chest was hid
Under heaps of gold and an iron lid;
And whether it were alive or dead
It never troubled him.
Presence
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
BY a sense of Presence, keenly dear,
I, who thought her distant,
Knew her near.
Out Of The Hitherwhere
© James Whitcomb Riley
Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--
The land that the Lord's love rests upon;
America To England
© Katharine Lee Bates
1899 -Who would trust England, let him lift his eyes
To Nelson, columned o'er Trafalgar Square,
Her hieroglyph of duty, written where
The roar of traffic hushes to the skies;
Growing Old
© Anonymous
Is it parting with the roundness
Of the smoothly moulded cheek?
Is it losing from the dimples
Half the flashing joy they speak?
Witchcraft: New Style
© Lascelles Abercrombie
The first voice, in that silent crowd, was hers,
Her light snickering laugh, as she stood there
Pausing, scanning the sawdust at her feet.
Then she switcht round and faced the positive man
Whose strong 'She cannot do it!' all still felt
Huskily shouting in their guilty ears.
The Hunter
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I have fought against the poodle with his gory, deadly paws;
I have faced the fearsome kitten, wild and bony,
And somehow I've evaded the enormous chomping jaws
Of the frighteningly ferocious Shetland pony.
The Jubilee Singers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
VOICE of a people suffering long,
The pathos of their mournful song,
The sorrow of their night of wrong!
Their cry like that which Israel gave,
By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Sombre and rich, the skies;
Great glooms, and starry plains.
Gently the night wind sighs;
Else a vast silence reigns.
Balaam's Wish
© John Newton
How blest the righteous are
When they resign their breath!
No wonder Balaam wished to share
In such a happy death.
Eclogue 2: Alexis
© Publius Vergilius Maro
The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
Compensation
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to think when life is done
That I had filled a needed post.
At End Of A Holiday
© Roderic Quinn
"LEAVES and brambles from hill and hollow
Come and gather!" the children cried;
"The sun goes down, and the night will follow,
A moonless night on the dark hillside."
