All Poems
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The Two Of Us Wont Share A Glass Together
© Anna Akhmatova
The two of us wont share a glass together
Be it of water or of sweet red wine;
We wont be kissing, in the morning either
Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine…
You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however
We are united by one love forever.
We Who Stay At Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
When you were just our little boy, on many a night we crept
Unto your cot and watched o'er you, and all the time you slept.
We tucked the covers round your form and smoothed your pillow, too,
And sometimes stooped and kissed your cheeks, but that you never knew.
Just as we came to you back then through many a night and day,
Our spirits now shall come to you--to kiss and watch and pray.
Hymn 37 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Do I believe what Jesus saith,
And think his gospel true?
Lord, make me bold to own my faith,
And practise virtue too.
On The Death Of A Child
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed!
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! ~ Shakespeare.
Is That Mother
© Anonymous
Is that mother bending o'er me?
As she sang my cradle hymn?
Kneeling there in tears before me?
Say - my sight is growing dim.
The Happy Days When I Wer Young
© William Barnes
O valley dear! I wish that I
'D a-liv'd in former times, to die
Wi' all the happy souls that trod
Thy turf in peäce, an' died to God;
Or gone wi' them that laugh'd an' zung
In happy days when I wer young!
Love Made In The First Age. To Chloris.
© Richard Lovelace
I.
In the nativity of time,
Chloris! it was not thought a crime
In direct Hebrew for to woe.
On The River
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The sun is low,
The waters flow,
My boat is dancing to and fro.
The eve is still,
Yet from the hill
The killdeer echoes loud and shrill.
The Nizams Daughter
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SHE is yet a child in years,
Twelve springs are on her face,
Yet in her slender form appears
The woman's perfect grace.
To The Bay Of Dublin
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
My native Bay, for many a year
I've lov'd thee with a trembling fear,
The Entire Surrender
© William Cowper
Peace has unveiled her smiling face,
And wooes thy soul to her embrace,
Enjoyed with ease, if thou refrain
From earthly love, else sought in vain;
She dwells with all who truth prefer,
But seeks not them who seek not her.
A Father's Tribute
© Edgar Albert Guest
I don't know what they'll put him at, or what
his post may be;
A Dandelion for My Mother by Jean Nordhaus: American Life in Poetry #131 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laure
© Ted Kooser
Sometimes beginning writers tell me they get discouraged because it seems that everything has already been written about. But every experience, however commonplace, is unique to he or she who seizes it. There have undoubtedly been many poems about how dandelions pass from yellow to wind-borne gossamer, but this one by the Maryland poet, Jean Nordhaus, offers an experience that was unique to her and is a gift to us.
Dorothy's Opinion
© Carolyn Wells
Mamma has bought a calendar,
And every single page
Has pictures on of little girls
'Most just about my age.
Upon A Penny Loaf
© John Bunyan
Thy price one penny is in time of plenty,
In famine doubled, 'tis from one to twenty.
Yea, no man knows what price on thee to set
When there is but one penny loaf to get.
On the Countess of Burlington Cutting Paper
© Alexander Pope
Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd,
She would not do the least right thing,
Either for goddess, or for god,
Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing.
El Capitan-General
© Charles Godfrey Leland
THERE was a captain-general who ruled in Vera Cruz,
And what we used to hear of him was always evil news:
He was a pirate on the seaa robber on the shore,
The Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.
