All Poems
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A Snow-White Lily
© Alfred Austin
There was a snow-white lily
Grew by a cottage door:
Such a white and wonderful lily
Never was seen before.
Wild Peace
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Blue noon shines o'er the sea;
Waves break starry on the sand;
Lights and sounds and scents come free
On the radiant air of the land.
"Why do the clock-hoppers sing"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Why do the clock-hopperssing,
And fever rustle
And dry stove crackle --
It is red silk burning.
Three Portraits Of Prince Charles
© Andrew Lang
BEAUTIFUL face of a child,
Lighted with laughter and glee,
Mirthful, and tender, and wild,
My heart is heavy for thee!
1744
To Chadaev
© Alexander Pushkin
The lies of fame and loves resolve
Have vanished now without a trace,
Oh, Peggy Was A Jolly Lass
© Louisa May Alcott
'Oh, Peggy was a jolly lass,
Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho!
The Silence of the Bush
© George Gordon McCrae
Theres that in our lone Bush, I know not what,
Which genders silence; Ive all that to learn.
Difference
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My minds a map. A mad sea-captain drew it
Under a flowing moon until he knew it;
An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds weird voices mingle with their surging roar.
Spring In The Alps
© Mathilde Blind
The Sunlight, leaping from the Heights,
Flames o'er the fields of May,
Winged with unnumbered swallow-flights
Fresh from the long sea way;
Fragment Of "The Castle Builder."
© John Keats
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To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think
How Many Tears
© Li Yu
How Many Tears
Criss-cross your cheeks and run across your face!
Don't try to speak when worry makes you weep,
Nor play the flute when it will bring your tears,
Or surely then your heart will break.
Blue Water
© John Gould Fletcher
Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
A Vow
© Edgar Albert Guest
I might not ever scale the mountain heights
Where all the great men stand in glory now;
Lines Composed In A Concert-Room
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nor cold nor stern my soul! Yet I detest
These scented rooms, where to a gaudy throug,
Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast
In intricacies of laborious song.
To Doc Wylie
© Henry Lawson
THOUGH doctors may your name discard
And say you physicked vilely,
I would I were as good a bard
As you a doctor, Wylie!
Across
© Octavio Paz
I turn the page of the day,
writing what I'm told
by the motion of your eyelashes.
On Mrs. Little, In Redcliff Church, Bristol.
© Hannah More
O could this verse her fair example spread,
And teach the living while it prais'd the dead!
The Lumbermen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;
Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves.
