All Poems
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Blue Stone
© Larry Levis
Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking through
The street of a foreign city...
Let me go with you a little way,
Let me be that stranger you won't notice.
A Womans Sonnets: IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Should ever the day come when this drear world
Shall read the secret which so close I hold,
Should taunts and jeers at my bowed head be hurled,
And all my love and all my shame be told,
To Two Bereaved
© Katharine Tynan
Now in your days of worst distress,
The empty days that stretch before,
When all your sweet's turned bitterness;--
The Hand of the Lord is at your door.
Out From Behind His Mask
© Walt Whitman
As on the road, or at some crevice door, by chance, or open'd window,
Pausing, inclining, baring my head, You specially I greet,
To draw and clench your Soul, for once, inseparably with mine,
Then travel, travel on.
Esse Quam Videri
© Charles Mackay
The knightly legend on thy shield betrays
The moral of thy life; a forecast wise,
In War-Time: A Prayer Of The Understanding
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lo, this is night. Hast thou, oh sun, refused
Thy countenance, or is thy golden arm
A Child's Fancy
© Mathilde Blind
"Hush, hush! Speak softly, Mother dear,
So that the daisies may not hear;
For when the stars begin to peep,
The pretty daisies go to sleep.
Sonnet VII: Supreme Surrender
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
To all the spirits of Love that wander by
Along his love-sown harvest-field of sleep
Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead, on three sides
Valleys and mountains and hills, but on the fourth side was the ocean.
My Happiest Dream
© Victor Marie Hugo
I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals streaming in their veils,
Ballade On The Mysterious Hosts Of The Forest
© Theodore de Banville
Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,
The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight;
Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray
There is the mystic home of our delight,
And through the dim wood Dian thrids her way.
Robert Browning
© Madison Julius Cawein
MASTER of human harmonies, where gong
And harp and violin and flute accord;
Each instrument confessing you its lord,
Within the deathless orchestra of Song.
Go Away, Death!
© Alfred Austin
Go away, Death!
You have come too soon.
To sunshine and song I but just awaken,
And the dew on my heart is undried and unshaken;
Come back at noon.
The Little Dog
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
"I had not tried the wine..."
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I had not tried the wine that ancients made,
And had not heard of Ossians old tune;
So why, on earth, I seem to see the glade,
And, in the skies -- the bloody Scottish moon?
A Border Burn
© Alfred Austin
Where Autumn runnels fret and foam
Past banks of amber fern,
Since track was none I chanced to roam
Along a Border burn.
The Ballad Of The Emeu
© Francis Bret Harte
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green--
So charming and rurally true--
A singular bird, with a manner absurd,
Which they call the Australian Emeu?
Have you
Ever seen this Australian Emeu?
