All Poems
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Traditionary Version
© Andrew Lang
As I came in by Dunidier,
An doun by Netherha,
There was fifty thousand Hielanmen
A marching to Harlaw.
(Chorus) Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dree.
Lines Upon My Sisters Portrait
© William Makepeace Thackeray
The castle towers of Bareacres are fair upon the lea,
Where the cliffs of bonny Diddlesex rise up from out the sea:
The Touch
© Renee Vivien
The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches,
Veiled like a woman, evoking another time,
The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb,
Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.
Crumbs To The Birds
© Charles Lamb
A bird appears a thoughtless thing,
He's ever living on the wing,
And keeps up such a carolling,
That little else to do but sing
A man would guess had he.
Dream-March
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!
_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?
_Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;
_Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!
A Regret
© Patrick Moloney
O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,
Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,
Admiral Death
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night?
(Hear what the sea-wind saith)
Discouraged People
© Eli Siegel
The discouraged
People were wedged
So closely together in the subway
You could take one discouraged person for the other.
Veneration Of Images
© Alice Meynell
Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat,
Gather, clasp, welcome, bind,
Lack, or remember! whose warm pulses beat
With love of thine own kind;
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
© William Wordsworth
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Ars Agricolaris
© Henry Van Dyke
An Ode for the Farmer's Dinner, University Club, New York, January 23, 1913
All hail, ye famous Farmers!
Remember--Forget
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AND what shall be the song to-night,
If song there needs must be?
Stepping Westward
© William Wordsworth
"What, you are stepping westward?""Yea."
'T would be a wildish destiny,
The End Of It
© Francis Thompson
She did not love to love; but hated him
For making her to love, and so her whim
From Mount Ebal
© John Bunyan
Thus having heard from Gerizzim, I shall
Next come to Ebal, and you thither call,
The Last Irish Grievance
© William Makepeace Thackeray
As I think of the insult that's done to this nation,
Red tears of rivinge from me fatures I wash,
And uphold in this pome, to the world's daytistation,
The sleeves that appointed PROFESSOR M'COSH.
The Shepherds Calendar - July
© John Clare
Daughter of pastoral smells and sights
And sultry days and dewy nights
July resumes her yearly place
Wi her milking maiden face
An Enigma
© William Cowper
A needle, small as small can be,
In bulk and use surpasses me,
Nor is my purchase dear;
For little, and almost for nought
As many of my kind are bought
As days are in the year.
A Variation
© James Whitcomb Riley
I am tired of this!
Nothing else but loving!
Nothing else but kiss and kiss,
Coo, and turtle-doving!
Can't you change the order some?
Hate me just a little--come!
