All Poems
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To My Friend - Ode II
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THOU go'st! I murmur-
Go! let me murmur.
Oh, worthy man,
Fly from this land!
Slaves of Thy Shining Eyes
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
SLAVES of thy shining eyes are even those
That diadems of might and empire bear;
Drunk with the wine that from thy red lip flows,
Are they that e'en the grape's delight forswear.
Love, You Must Be Blind
© George Ade
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man
Selects his worse or better half.
Truly it would seem to be a lott'ry scheme,
The prizes often make one laugh.
Birds In The Night
© Paul Verlaine
You were not over-patient with me, dear;
This want of patience one must rightly rate:
You are so young! Youth ever was severe
And variable and inconsiderate!
Fragments
© Louisa May Alcott
I am the monarch of the Sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,--
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts.
'Most Anglers Are Very Humane' - Daily Paper
© Norman Rowland Gale
The kind-hearted angler was sadly pursuing
His calling unhallowed of choking the fishes;
He bitterly wept, for of course he was doing
An action most strongly opposed to his wishes!
I See Thee Not
© George MacDonald
Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt find
A little faith on earth, if I am here!
Thou know'st how oft I turn to thee my mind.
How sad I wait until thy face appear!
Cinquains
© Adelaide Crapsey
As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
Farewell And Defiance To Love
© John Clare
Love and thy vain employs, away
From this too oft deluded breast!
The Brumbies
© William Henry Ogilvie
There are steeds upon many a Western plain
That have never bowed to a bit or rein,
Fru Johanne Rambusch
© Jeppe Aakjaer
Før luded den Bonde saa grætten mod Væg,
mens Burren hang fast i hans filtrede Skjæg;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION
Why should I hate you, love, or why despise
For that last proof of tenderness you gave?
The battle is not always to the brave,
The Bird's Release
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Go forth, for she is gone!
With the golden light of her wavy hair,
She is gone to the fields of the viewless air;
She hath left her dwelling lone!
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!
Who said that care behind the horseman sits?
The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,
Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.
New Year
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
O shame too deep for tongue or pen to tell!
That woman opens wide the door of hell
For man to enter-woman, who should be
As true as truth and pure as purity.
Book Of Suleika - These Tufted Branches
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THESE tufted branches fair
Observe, my loved one, well!
To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
To fancy all the world beside.
The Inevitable Calm
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE sombre wings of the tempest,
In fetterless force unfurled,
Buffet the face of beauty,
And scar the grace of the world;
The Diligence Of The Young Wife Of An Officer
© Confucius
She gathers fast the large duckweed,
From valley stream that southward flows;
And for the pondweed to the pools
Left on the plains by floods she goes.
