All Poems
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Question And Answer
© Mathilde Blind
"CAN the soul die, believe you?
Because it seems to me
My soul is dead and buried,
So still it seems to be.
To Governor Swain
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAR GOVERNOR, if my skiff might brave
The winds that lift the ocean wave,
The Fovrth Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,
To improue, to reproue, and to amend:
Some passe without this vse, 'cause they are witty;
And so doe many Sermons, more's the pitty.
Fragments - Lines 0237 - 0254
© Theognis of Megara
To you I have given wings, on which you may fly aloft
Above the boundless sea and all the earth
Song
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword that cuts its sheath,
And thro' the clefts, itself has made,
We spy the flashes of the Blade !
Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lying dead among thy books,
The peace of God in all thy looks!
Nevermore
© Paul Verlaine
Remembrance, what wilt thou with me? The year
Declined; in the still air the thrush piped clear,
The languid sunshine did incurious peer
Among the thinned leaves of the forest sere.
The Visions Of Petrarch
© Edmund Spenser
Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
Limerick: There was an Old Man of th' Abruzzi
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of th' Abruzzi,
So blind that he couldn't his foot see;
When they said, 'That's your toe,'
He replied, 'Is it so?'
That doubtful Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
To My Bones
© Zbigniew Herbert
In my sleep it rips through
my meagre skin
throws off the red bandage of the flesh
and goes strolling through the room
my monument a little incomplete
Fair and Fair
© George Peele
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
As fair as any may be;
The fairest shepherd on our green,
A love for any lady.
Dance Of Death
© Franz Werfel
Death has taken me out for a swing.
At first I didn't drop from the quickstep
In his dance and clogged right along
Until he drove the tempo up.
Olney Hymn 31: On The Death Of A Minister
© William Cowper
His master taken from his head,
Elisha saw him go;
And in desponding accents said,
"Ah, what must Israel do?"
Beloved Name
© Victor Marie Hugo
The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--
Autumn Maples
© Archibald Lampman
The thoughts of all the maples who shall name,
When the sad landscape turns to cold and grey?
A Ballad Of Marjorie
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"What ails you that you look so pale,
O fisher of the sea?"
