All Poems
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The Deserted Plantation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah,
An' de plow's a-tumblin' down in de fiel',
Ode
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Delivered on the first anniversary of the Carolina Art Association, Feb. 10, 1856.
THERE are two worlds wherein our souls may dwell,
With discord, or ethereal music fraught,
One the loud mart wherein men buy and sell
The Captiv'd Bee; Or, The Little Filcher
© Robert Herrick
As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay,
It chanced a bee did fly that way,
Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere,
And whiter than the mist that all day long
Had held the field of battle was the King:
To-Morrow
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The children out on the common,
They answer her dreary call,
And say, "He will come to-morrow!"
Who never will come at all.
Myself My Song.
© Arthur Henry Adams
HERE, aloof, I take my stand
Alien, iconoclast
Poet of a newer land,
Confident, aggressive, lonely,
Beauty's Metempsychosis
© William Watson
That beauty such as thine
Can die indeed,
Were ordinance too wantonly malign:
No wit may reconcile so cold a creed
With beauty such as thine.
SweetsafeHouses
© Emily Dickinson
SweetsafeHouses
GladgayHouses
Sealed so stately tight
Lids of Steelon Lids of Marble
Locking Bare feet out
Come Home, Father!
© Henry Clay Work
'Tis The
SONG OF LITTLE MARY,
Standing at the bar-room door
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before.
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
At The Station Of The Versailles Railway
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I WAITED for the train unto Versailles.
I hung with bonnes and gamins on the bridge
The Garden of Shadow
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind
Against the perfect flowers: thy garden's close
Is grown a wilderness, where none shall find
One strayed, last petal of one last year's rose.
Spring On The River
© Archibald Lampman
O sun, shine hot on the river;
For the ice is turning an ashen hue,
The Hive At Gettysburg
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IN the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame,
So terrible alive,
Bleached by the desert's sun and wind, became
The wandering wild bees' hive;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I linger on the threshold of my youth.
If you could see me now as then I was,
A fair--faced frightened boy with eyes of truth
Scared at the world yet angry at its laws,
The Dean Of Santiago
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Dean of Santiago on his mule
Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along,
The Southern Press
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
When a Negro comes in question you may watch the Southern press,
See how bias its opinions, how his ills are given stress,
Prominence is given headlines, when accused he is of crime,
Emphasizes all the evils of the Negro ev'ry time.
