All Poems
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The Grave of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
What well might seem an elfins grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,
That erst thy false affection gave.
In The Garden IV: The Singer
© Edward Dowden
"THAT was the thrush's last good-night," I thought,
And heard the soft descent of summer rain
The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-Pipe
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the Mountains of the Prairie,
On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,
A Mountain Storm
© Katharine Lee Bates
OUR blue sierras shone serene, sublime,
When ghostly shapes came crowding up the air,
John Dunmore Lang
© Henry Kendall
The song that is last of the many
Whose music is full of thy name,
King Seuen On The Occasion Of A Great Drought
© Confucius
Grand shone the Milky Way on high,
With brilliant span athwart the sky,
The Statue Of The Dying Gladiator
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Oh! fire of soul! by servitude disgrac'd,
Perverted courage! energy debas'd!
Lost Rome! thy slave, expiring in the dust,
Tow'rs far above Patrician rank, august!
While that proud rank, insatiate, could survey
Pageants that stain'd with blood each festal day!
Autre chanson
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'aube naît, et ta porte est close !
Ma belle, pourquoi sommeiller ?
A l'heure où s'éveille la rose
Ne vas-tu pas te réveiller ?
Atalanta
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Its as pleasing to me as, they say,
that golden apple was to the swift girl,
that loosed her belt, too long tied.
To the Man After the Harrow
© Patrick Kavanagh
Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -
The seed like stars against the black
Eternity of April clay.
A Wild Iris
© Madison Julius Cawein
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,--so lone
Clouds are not lonelier,--the forest lay
In emerald darkness 'round us. Many a stone
And gnarly root, gray-mossed, made wild our way;
And many a bird the glimmering light along
Showered the golden bubbles of its song.
The Skylark
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn,
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;
The Song Of Hiawatha VII: Hiawatha's Sailing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!
Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!
The Peaks Of Valor
© Edgar Albert Guest
These are the peaks of valor; keeping clean your father's name,
Too brave for petty profit to risk the brand of shame,
Adventuring for the future, yet mindful of the past,
For God, for country and for home, still valorous to the last.
The White Moon Wasteth
© Jean Ingelow
The white moon wasteth,
And cold morn hasteth
Athwart the snow,
The red east burneth
And the tide turneth,
And thou must go.
To Mr. Addison on His Opera of Rosamond
© Thomas Tickell
__ Ne fortè pudori
Sit tibi Musa lyræ solers, & cantor Apollo.
Songs Set To Music: 28. Nelly.
© Matthew Prior
Whilst others proclaim
This nymph or that swain,
Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing:
She shall grace every verse,
I'll her beauties rehearse,
Which lovers can't think an ill thing.
"Igo And Ago"
© James Whitcomb Riley
We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's,
Igo and Ago.
When Dad comes, the show begins!--
Iram, coram, dago.
