All Poems
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The Stern Parent
© Harry Graham
Father heard his Children scream,
So he threw them in the stream,
Saying, as he drowned the third,
"Children should be seen, not heard!"
Janvier
© François Coppée
Songes-tu parfois, bien-aimée,
Assise près du foyer clair,
Lorsque sous la porte fermée
Gémit la bise de l'hiver,
A Portrait
© Edith Nesbit
LIKE the sway of the silver birch in the breeze of dawn
Is her dainty way;
Mediterranean Verses
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
The desert sand at day's swift flight
Drank of the dew--cold vivid night
Where Nile flows as he flowed
When first men reaped and sowed
The Sleeping City
© George Meredith
A Princess in the eastern tale
Paced thro' a marble city pale,
And saw in ghastly shapes of stone
The sculptured life she breathed alone;
El Poeta Y La Ilusion (The Poet And The Illusion)
© Delmira Agustini
La princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana,
Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana
Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis.
Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana.
My Savior, On The Word Of Truth
© Anna Laetitia Waring
My Savior, on the word of truth
In earnest hope I live;
Doing And Making
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I am weary of doing and dating
The day with the thing to be done,
This painful self translating
To a language not my own.
Canto I: And Then Went Down to the Ship
© Ezra Pound
And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
The Sun kept settingsettingstill
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun kept settingsettingstill
No Hue of Afternoon
Upon the Village I perceived
From House to House 'twas Noon
Sonnet L. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O SHIP that bears him to his native shore,
Beneath whose keel the seething ocean heaves,
Bring safe our poet with his garnered sheaves
Of Life's ripe autumn poesy and lore!
Ancient Greek Song Of Exile
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHERE is the summer, with her golden sun?
-That festal glory hath not pass'd from earth:
For me alone the laughing day is done!
Where is the summer with her voice of mirth?
-Far in my own bright land!
Mountains Seen From The Kozlov Steppes
© Adam Mickiewicz
The Pilgrim
Those heights! Did Allah thrust so sheer a sea of ice?
Or throne of frosted mist for angesl cast?
Sprites of a quartered continent make walls
To claim for East the caravan of stars?
While The West Is Paling
© William Ernest Henley
While the west is paling
Starshine is begun.
While the dusk is failing
Glimmers up the sun.
Since Cleopatra Died
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
SINCE Cleopatra died! Long years are past,
In Antonys fancy, since the deed was done.
To The Memory Of Mary Young
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
GOD has his plans, and what if we
With our sight be too blind to see
Blind Sorrow
© George MacDonald
"My life is drear; walking I labour sore;
The heart in me is heavy as a stone;
And of my sorrows this the icy core:
Life is so wide, and I am all alone!"
The Beacon
© Robert Graves
The silent shepherdess,
She of my vows,
Here with me exchanging love
Under dim boughs.
