All Poems
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To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him His Gray Hair
© Robert Herrick
Am I despised, because you say;
And I dare swear, that I am gray?
Sonnet XXXVI: Life-In-Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not in thy body is thy life at all,
But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;
A Story
© Kostas Karyotakis
At sixteen they laughed
yonder, in the springtime afternoon.
Later their lips became silent
and in their heart old age did intrude.
They had set out as friends
The Ballad Of The Oysterman
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side,
His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide;
The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim,
Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him.
The Black Knight
© Madison Julius Cawein
I had not found the road too short,
As once I had in days of youth,
Im an Older Man Than You
© Henry Lawson
WHEN youve managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sort
And you find the coat or trousers are an inch or so too short,
Do not fret and swear and worry, make the tailor see you through
I have been through many new suits, Im an older man than you.
Tit for Tat
© Christopher Morley
I OFTEN pass a gracious tree
Whose name I can't identify,
But still I bow, in courtesy
It waves a bough, in kind reply.
The Altogether Lovely.
© Mather Byles
I.
Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse,
Thou Lord of all above:
Oft has my Song to thee arose,
My Song, inspir'd by Love.
The Elm
© Hilaire Belloc
This is the place where Dorothea smiled.
I did not know the reason, nor did she.
But there she stood, and turned, and smiled at me:
A sudden glory had bewitched the child.
The corn at harvest, and a single tree.
This is the place where Dorothea smiled.
On A Picture
© John Kenyon
This pictured work, with ancient graces fraught,
(Or so they say) Albertinelli wrought.
A Voice From The West
© Alfred Austin
What is the voice I hear
On the wind of the Western Sea?
Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear
And say what the voice may be.
``'Tis a proud, free people calling loud to a people proud and free.
Spring Longing
© Emma Lazarus
Lilac hazes veil the skies.
Languid sighs
Breathes the mild, caressing air.
Pink as coral's branching sprays,
Orchard ways
With the blossomed peach are fair.
A Eros (To Eros)
© Alfonsina Storni
HE AQUI que te cacé por el pescuezo
a la orilla del mar, mientras movías
las flechas de tu aljaba para herirme
y vi en el suelo tu floreal corona.
The Call Of The Far -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Ever I am restless
I am athirst for the far.
A Vision of St. Eligius
© George MacDonald
I see thy house, but I am blown about,
A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky,
All out of doors-alas! of thy doors out,
And drenched in dews no summer suns can dry.
We Two-How Long We Were Fool'd
© Walt Whitman
WE two-how long we were fool'd!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
Childhood
© Jens Baggesen
There was a time when I was very small,
When my whole frame was but an ell in height;
Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,
And therefore I recall it with delight.
