All Poems
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The Skylark
© James Hogg
Bird of the wilderness,
Blithesome and cumberless,
Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place -
O to abide in the desert with thee!
Noon On The Barrier Ranges
© Roderic Quinn
THE saltbush steeped in drowsy stillness lies,
The mulga seems to swoon,
A hawk hangs poised within the burning skies,
And it is noon.
This first fallen snow
© Matsuo Basho
This first fallen snow
is barely enough to bend
the jonquil leaves
The Effort
© John Newton
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
The Reaper's Child
© Charles Lamb
If you go to the field where the reapers now bind
The sheaves of ripe corn, there a fine little lass,
Only three months of age, by the hedge-row you'll find,
Left alone by its mother upon the low grass.
The Sigh
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
When youth his fairy reign began,
Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man;
While peace the present hour beguiled,
The City of God
© Samuel Johnson
CITY of God, how broad and far
Outspread thy walls sublime!
The true thy chartered freemen are,
Of every age and clime.
An Ante-Bellum Sermon
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs,
In dis howlin' wildaness,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Sicilian's Tale; The Bell of Atri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He sold his horses, sold his hawks and hounds,
Rented his vineyards and his garden-grounds,
Kept but one steed, his favorite steed of all,
To starve and shiver in a naked stall,
And day by day sat brooding in his chair,
Devising plans how best to hoard and spare.
The Lagoon
© Roderic Quinn
WE crept through reed-beds wet with dew,
The sun went down in gold;
Hoisting her round triumphantly,
The moon showed red and bold.
The Troubadour Of Trebizend
© Madison Julius Cawein
NIGHT, they say, is no man's friend:
And at night he met his end
In the woods of Trebizend.
Hate crouched near him as he strode
Sweet Marie
© William Percy French
I've a little racin' mare called Sweet Marie;
And the temper of a bear has Sweet Marie.
Rimas XIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Tu pupila es azul, y cuando ries,
Su claridad suave me recuerda
El tremulo fulgor de la manana
Que en el mar se refleja.
A Parable
© James Russell Lowell
Worn and footsore was the Prophet,
When he gained the holy hill;
'God has left the earth,' he murmured,
'Here his presence lingers still.
Now
© Muriel Stuart
TAKE as you will, slake, solace, and possess
While Youth, with laughter, scatters tears that fall
Drop the Pink Curtains
© Henry Clay Work
Baby girl, my beauty! now hush while I sing.
Birdies in the treetops have folded each wing.
Stars are softly twinkling afar in the skies,
Drop the pink curtains down over your eyes!
