All Poems
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The Conquerors
© Taylor Edward Robeson
As falcons from their native eyry soar,So, tired with weight of their disdainful woes,Rovers and captains out of Palos rose,To daring, brutish dreams mad to the core.
Antony and Cleopatra
© Taylor Edward Robeson
On Egypt sleeping under sky of brassThe twain gazed wistfully from terrace high,And watched the Flood, through Delta rolling nigh,Toward Sais or Bubastis slowly pass.
III. The Dead
© Rupert Brooke
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain.
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.
The Star
© Taylor Jane
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are !Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.
My Mother
© Taylor Ann
Who fed me from her gentle breast,And hush'd me in her arms to rest,And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.
The Cut
© Taylor Jane
WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face What ! has it cut a vein ?And is it quite a shocking place ? Come, let us look again.
The Baby's Dance
© Taylor Ann
DANCE little baby, dance up high,Never mind baby, mother is by ;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There little baby, there you go ;Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,Backwards and forwards, round and round ;Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding
Whilst Shepherds Watch'd
© Nahum Tate
Whilst Shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground,The Angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around.
Gitanjali 35
© Rabindranath Tagore
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;Where knowledge is free;Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;Where words come out from the depth of truth;Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action --Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
The Gardener 85
© Rabindranath Tagore
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds
The Gardener 66
© Rabindranath Tagore
A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone, with matted locks, tawny and dust-laden, and body worn to a shadow, his lips tight-pressed, like the shut-up doors of his heart, his burning eyes like the lamp of a glow-worm seeking its mate
The Gardener 38
© Rabindranath Tagore
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind
Fruit-gathering XXXVI
© Rabindranath Tagore
UPAGUPTA, the disciple of Buddha, lay asleep on the dust by the city wall of Mathura
Fruit-gathering LV
© Rabindranath Tagore
Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead.
Crossing 16
© Rabindranath Tagore
You came to my door in the dawn and sang; it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded
The Child
© Rabindranath Tagore
The first flush of dawn glistens on the dew-dripping leaves of the forest
The United States to the Filipinos
© Tabb John Banister
We come to give you libertyTo do whate'er we choose,Or clean exterminationIf you venture to refuse.
The Stranger
© Tabb John Banister
He entered, but the mask he woreConcealed his face from me.Still, something I had seen before He brought to memory.
The Reaper
© Tabb John Banister
Tell me whither, maiden June,Down the dusky slope of noonWith thy sickle of a moon Goest thou to reap.
Memory
© Tabb John Banister
I go not to the grave to weep,But to my heart, wherein I keepA hidden manna that hath fedAlike the living and the dead.
