All Poems
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Driftwood
© Sara Teasdale
MY forefathers gave me
My spirit's shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
The letters of my name.
Dobbin Dead
© William Barnes
2. I do veel vor ye, Thomas, vor I be a-feär'd
You've a-lost your wold meäre then, by what I've a-heärd.
To Professor And Mrs. J.S. Blackie
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If Time that feeds love dies to die no more,
Immortal hours, dear friends, were yours and mine;
The Face That Launch'd A Thousand Ships
© Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Song #10.
© Robert Crawford
The dew fell on her upturned brow
That is as white's the lily;
The moonlight in her yellow hair,
In her hand a daffodilly;
St. Crispins Day Speech: from Henry V
© William Shakespeare
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
The Three Gossips' Wager
© Jean de La Fontaine
AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Fable Or History
© Victor Marie Hugo
Possessed of royal appetite, and feeling rather thin,
A monkey one day dressed himself in a tiger's skin
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought
Adam
© Federico Garcia Lorca
A tree of blood soaks the morning
where the newborn woman groans.
Her voice leaves glass in the wound
and on the panes, a diagram of bone.
Bees
© Roland Robinson
From the hollow trees in their native home
them old fellows cut the honeycomb.
Vanity
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
A wan sky greener than the lawn,
A wan lawn paler than the sky.
She gave a flower into my hand,
And all the hours of eve went by.
Sonnet LIII: Drawn
© Samuel Daniel
Drawn by th'attractive virtue of her eyes,
My touch'd heart turns it to that happy coast;
Sweet Valley, Say
© James Thomson
Sweet valley, say, where, pensive lying,
For me, our children, England, sighing,
Prologue To Mallet's Mustapha
© James Thomson
Since Athens first began to draw mankind,
To picture life, and show the impassion'd mind;
The truly wise have ever deem'd the stage
The moral school of each enlighten'd age.
The Complaint Of New Amsterdam
© Jacob Steendam
I'm a grandchild of the Gods
Who on th' Amstel have abodes;
Whence their orders forth are sent
Swift for aid and punishment.
