All Poems
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The Wounded Hare
© Robert Burns
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted by thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor never pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Hymn.The Word Of Promise
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
[Written by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, eldest son of Rev.
ABIEL HOLMES, eighth Pastor of the First Church in
Cambridge, Massachusetts.]
The Green Roads
© Edward Thomas
The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.
Alfred. Book III.
© Henry James Pye
Fix'd on the arid spot, whose scanty bounds
On every side the deep morass surrounds,
The monarch, and his martial friend, with care,
'Gainst close surprise and bold attack prepare;
Exert each art their safety to ensure,
And every pass, with wary eye, secure.
Mostly Slavonic
© Henry Lawson
But they never dreamed, the brainless, boors that used to sneer and scoff,
That the dreamy lad beside themknown as Dutchy Mickyloff
Was a genius and a poet, and a Manno matter which
Was the Czar of all the Russias!Peter Michaelovich.
Yes Thou Art Gone!
© Anne Brontë
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
Fish Food
© John Brooks Wheelwright
you drank deep as Thor, did you think of milk or wine?
Did you drink blood, while you drank the salt deep?
Love Songs
© Sara Teasdale
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you -
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest.
Homemade Boat
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
This boat that we just built is just fine--
And don't try to tell us it's not.
The sides and the back are divine--
It's the bottom I guess we forgot....
I Am Restless
© Rabindranath Tagore
I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
On A Crushed Hat
© Robert Fuller Murray
Brown was my friend, and faithfulbut so fat!
He came to see me in the twilight dim;
I rose politely and invited him
To take a seathow heavily he sat!
Phyllis Lobt Den Wein
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Seht, mein Damon tanzt und springet!
Seht, wie wiegt er Leib und Fuss!
Seht, mein Damon lacht und singet,
Singt von Ruhe, Wein und Kuss.
Seht, wie Mund und Augen gluehn!
Wir beleben uns durch ihn.
To the Fair Clarinda
© Aphra Behn
Though beauteous Wonder of a different kind,
Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd;
When e'er the Manly part of thee, wou'd plead
Though tempts us with the Image of the Maid,
While we the noblest Passions do extend
The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.
Female Judgment
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.
Fragment: Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Follow to the deep wood's weeds,
Follow to the wild-briar dingle,
Where we seek to intermingle,
And the violet tells her tale
Continued - III
© George Meredith
'Tis true the wisdom that my mind exacts
Through contemplation from a heart unbent
Saint Oluf (From The Old Danish)
© George Borrow
St. Oluf was a mighty king,
Who ruld the Northern land;
The holy Christian faith he preachd,
And taught it, sword in hand.
Gregory Parable, LL.D.
© William Schwenck Gilbert
He knew no guile, this simple man,
No worldly wile, or plot, or plan,
Except that plot of freehold land
That held the cot, and MARY, and
Her worthy father, named by me
GREGORY PARABLE, LL.D.
The Intellectual
© Karl Shapiro
The man behind the book may not be man,
His own man or the books or yet the times,
But still be whole, deciding what he can
In praise of politics or German rimes;
The Crooked Sixpence
© Caroline Norton
TAKE then back your foolish token,
Since it cannot change like you;
When I feel my heart is broken,
Shall it still proclaim you true?
