All Poems
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Records
© Allen Tate
At nine years a sickly boy lay down
At bedtime on a cot by mother's bed
And as the two darks merged the room became
So strange it left the boy half dead:
Truth
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e},
Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelness{.e},
Prees hath envye, and wel{.e} blent overal.
A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
The love that was too poor to purchase you
Is rich enough to buy each noble thing,
The Old Burying-Ground
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.
Midsummer In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;
The Miracle of Purun Bhagat
© Rudyard Kipling
The night we felt the earth would move
We stole and plucked him by the hand,
Because we loved him with the love
That knows but cannot understand.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXI. -- King Olaf's Deat
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All day has the battle raged,
All day have the ships engaged,
But not yet is assuaged
The vengeance of Eric the Earl.
The Young Friar
© Alfred Noyes
When leaves broke out on the wild briar,
And bells for matins rung,
Sorrow came to the old friar
Hundreds of years ago it was!
And May came to the young.
Amsterdam, September 1939
© William Ewart Gladstone Louw
Vir Ernst
Niks sal ooit weer wees soos dit daardie somer was:
Charity
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
"Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
God bids me rise and go my way."
The Cageing Of Ares
© George Meredith
[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed
Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight?
© John Keats
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
No God, no Demon of severe response,
Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell
Then to my human heart I turn at once:
His Monument
© Franklin Pierce Adams
The monument that I have built is durable as brass,
And loftier than the Pyramids which mock the years that pass.
No blizzard can destroy it, nor furious rain corrode-
Remember, I'm the bard who built the first Horatian Ode.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
When I hear laughter from a tavern door,
When I see crowds agape and in the rain
Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar
To see a rocket fired or a bull slain,
Paradise Regain'd : Book III.
© John Milton
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;
Italy : 32. National Prejudices
© Samuel Rogers
'Another Assassination! This venerable City,' I ex-
claimed, 'what is it, but as it began, a nest of robbers
and murderers? We must away at sunrise, Luigi.' --
But before sunrise I had reflected a little, and in the
