All Poems
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The Bonny, Bonny Dell
© George MacDonald
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,
Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;
Jeffries Wyman Died September 4, 1874.
© James Russell Lowell
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate
Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,
The Summer Nights Are Short
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long:
The Prayer of Jacob
© John Logan
O God of Abraham! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led!
Perch Fishing
© Edmund Blunden
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
Stray Seed
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A far look in absorbed eyes, unaware
Of what some gazer thrills to gather there;
Happy voice, singing to itself apart,
That pulses new blood through a listener's heart;
O true and tried
© Alfred Tennyson
Tho I since then have numberd oer
Some thrice three years: they went and came,
Remade the blood and changed the frame,
And yet is love not less, but more;
Rubies
© Arthur Symons
There are nine rubles in this Indian ring,
And every blood-red ruby is a part
Anguish
© Henry Vaughan
My God and King! to Thee
I bow my knee;
I bow my troubled soul, and greet
With my foul heart thy holy feet.
Cast it, or tread it! it shall do
Even what thou wilt, and praise thee too.
Boy With His Hair Cut Short
© Muriel Rukeyser
SUNDAY shuts down on this twentieth-century evening.
The L passes. Twilight and bulb define
the brown room, the overstuffed plum sofa,
the boy, and the girl's thin hands above his head.
A neighbor radio sings stocks, news, serenade.
A Voice from Afar
© John Henry Newman
Weep not for me;
Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom
The stream of love that circles home,
Light hearts and free!
Joy in the gifts Heavens bounty lends;
Nor miss my face, dear friends!
By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!"
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.
Limerick:There was an Old Person from Gretna
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person from Gretna,
Who rushed down the crater of Etna;
When they said, 'Is it hot?'
He replied, 'No, it's not!'
That mendacious Old Person of Gretna.
White Currants
© Amy Lowell
Shall I give you white currants?
I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante
© Charles Bukowski
he said, "I was working in Hollywood when Faulkner was
working in Hollywood and he was
the worst: he was too drunk to stand up at the
end of the afternoon and so I had to help him
into a taxi
day after day after day.
The Breezes Of June
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OH! sweet and soft,
Returning oft,
As oft they pass benignly,
The warm June breezes come and go,
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 1
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ARMS, and the man I sing, who, forcd by fate,
And haughty Junos unrelenting hate,
..But a short time to live"
© Leslie Coulson
Our little hour,how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
