All Poems
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The Teares of the Muses
© Edmund Spenser
Nor since that faire Calliope did lose
Her loued Twinnes, the dearlings of her ioy,
Her Palici, whom her vnkindly foes
The fatall Sisters, did for spight destroy,
Whom all the Muses did bewaile long space;
Was euer heard such wayling in this place.
Fuchsia Hedges In Connacht
© Padraic Colum
I THINK some saint of Eirinn wandering far
Found you and brought you here Demoiselles!
For so I greet you in this alien air!
La Nymphe LApercoit
© André Marie de Chénier
La nymphe l'aperçoit, et l'arrête, et soupire.
Vers un banc de gazon, tremblante, elle l'attire;
Careless Mathilda
© Ann Taylor
"AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone!
Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?
Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost;
Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss'd.
Sonnet V. The South Seas
© Rupert Brooke
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Behram And Eddetma
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dazzled, six days he sat, a staring trance;
But on the seventh, casting stupor off,
Rose, and the straitness of the case that held
Him as with manacles of knitted fire,
Considered, and decided on a way....
Transports
© John Le Gay Brereton
Behind us lay the homely shore
With youthful memories aureoled;
A sky of dazzling blue before,
We sailed a sea of molten gold.
A Spring Song
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Not yet a bough to bud may dare
On the naked tree.
Yet happy leaves in the bough prepare,
And could I see
During Music
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O COOL unto the sense of pain
That last night's sleep could not destroy;
Limerick:There was a Young Lady of Troy,
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump,
Some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
Opening The Window
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THUS I lift the sash, so long
Shut against the flight of song;
All too late for vain excuse,--
Lo, my captive rhymes are loose.
The Traveller
© Allen Tate
The afternoon with heavy hours
Lies vacant on the wanderer's sight
And sunset waits whose cloudy towers
Expect the legions of the night
About the Seduction of an Angel (Translation with original German)
© Bertolt Brecht
Über die Verführung von Engeln
Engel verführt man gar nicht oder schnell.
The Policeman's Lot
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When a felon's not engaged in his employment,
Or maturing his felonious little plans,
Toast to Dayton
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love of home, sublimest passion
That the human heart can know!
An Assurance
© Nicholas Breton
Say that I should say I love ye,
Would you say 'tis but a saying?
But if love in prayers move ye,
Will ye not be moved with praying?
Fifty Faggots
© Edward Thomas
There they stand, on their ends, the fifty fag gots
That once were underwood of hazel and ash
