All Poems
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Defeated Yet Triumphant
© George Gordon Byron
They never fail who die
In a great cause. The block may soak their gore;
A poem, Sacred to the Glorious memory of King George
© Richard Savage
He said.-Again, with Majesty refin'd,
Up-wing'd to Realms of Bliss, th'Ætherial Mind.
A paraneaticall or advice verse to his friend, Mr John Wicks
© Robert Herrick
Is this a life, to break thy sleep,
To rise as soon as day doth peep?
To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy
© John Donne
VVEll dy'de the World, that we might liue to see
This World of wit, in his Anatomee:
Minor Litany
© Stephen Vincent Benet
This is for those who work and those who may not,
For those who suddenly come to a locked door,
And the work falls out of their hands;
For those who step off the pavement into hell,
Having not observed the red light and the warning signals
Because they were busy or ignorant or proud.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON HER FORGIVENESS OF A WRONG
This is not virtue. To forgive were great
If love were in the issue and not gold.
But wrongs there are 'tis treason to forget,
April Dusk
© Patrick Kavanagh
April dusk
It is tragic to be a poet now
And not a lover
Paradised under the mutest bough.
Austerity Of Poetry
© Matthew Arnold
That son of Italy who tried to blow,
Ere Dante came, the trump of sacred song,
In his light youth amid a festal throng
Sate with his bride to see a public show.
The Swallows
© Augusta Davies Webster
AH! swallows, is it so?
Did loving lingering summer, whose slow pace
If I can stop
© Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
The Count Of Griers
© William Cullen Bryant
At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands;
He sees afar the glory that lights the mountain lands;
The horned crags are shining, and in the shade between
A pleasant Alpine valley lies beautifully green.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
Who studied the works of Vitruvius;
When the flames burnt his book,
To drinking he took,
That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.
On The Misery Of Soldiers
© Confucius
Yellow now is all the grass;
All the days in marching pass.
On the move is every man;
Hard work, far and near, they plan.
The Lament Of Tasso
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear
And eagle-spirit of a child of Song--
Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong;
The Child Of Earth
© Caroline Norton
I.
FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day,
Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow;
Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say,
Credidimus Jovem Regnare
© James Russell Lowell
O days endeared to every Muse,
When nobody had any Views,
The Wasps
© Arthur Symons
The wasps are buzzing, the earth smells,
I love to hear then! when they buzz
