All Poems
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Dead Love
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Oh never weep for love thats dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
From brightest red to blue,
And love was born to an early death
And is so seldom true.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet V
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Until it happened, as such things will be,
That she, who had a proud man for her spouse
None the less loving that unloved was he,
Must bear a child, the heir to his high house.
Wattle And Myrtle
© James Lister Cuthbertson
GOLD of the tangled wilderness of wattle,
Break in the lone green hollows of the hills,
A Preface
© Rudyard Kipling
Nothing on earth-no Arts, no Gifts, no Graces-
No Fame, no Wealth-outweighs the wont of it.
This is the Law which every law embraces-
Be fit-be fit! In mind and body be fit!
Limerick: There was an Old Man with a Nose
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, 'If you choose to suppose,
That my nose is too long,
You are certainly wrong!'
That remarkable Man with a nose.
After Defeat (extract from Saul)
© Charles Heavysege
All's over here;--let us withdraw and weep
Down in the red recesses of our hearts,
The Voice Calling
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IN the hush of April weather,
With the bees in budding heather,
And the white clouds floating, floating, and the sunshine falling broad;
While my children down the hill
Run and leap, and I sit still,--
Through the silence, through the silence art Thou calling, O my God?
Ascension
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I have been down in the darkest water-
Deep, deep down where no light could pierce;
In the spring twilight
© Sappho
In the spring twilight
the full moon is shining:
Girls take their places
as though around an altar
Mr. Barney Maguire's Account Of The Coronation
© Richard Harris Barham
Och! the Coronation! what celebration
For emulation can with it compare?
Down by the Sydney Side
© Anonymous
Over near a chock-and-log hut,
Down by the river-side,
A bronzed young bushman sat,
Telling his blushing bride
The time had come when he must rove
Down by the Sydney side.
Commercial
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Gross, with protruding ears,
Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy and yet alert,
Red, full, and satisfied,
Cased in obtuseness confident not to be hurt,
Villanelle of the Poet's Road
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Wine and woman and song,
Three things garnish our way:
Yet is day over long.
le Lys Est Le Plus Beau
© André Marie de Chénier
Le lys est le plus beau des enfants du zéphire,
Il lève un front superbe et demande l'empire.
A Manual, More Ancient Than The Art Of Printing, And Not To Be Found In Any Catalogue
© William Cowper
There is a book, which we may call
(Its excellence is such)
Alone a library, though small;
The ladies thumb it much.
Foreshadowings
© Henry Kendall
FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand,
Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land!
Sunset: St. Louis
© Sara Teasdale
HUSHED in the smoky haze of summer sunset,
When I came home again from far-off places,
How many times I saw my western city
Dream by her river.
King Arthur's Death
© Thomas Percy
On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne,
This sore battayle was doom'd to bee,
Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye!
Alacke, it was the more pittìe.
