All Poems
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The Cure
© Edgar Albert Guest
When you can't get her out of your head, young man,
And you hate what you have to do;
Faith
© Jones Very
There is no faith; the mountain stands within
Still unrebuked, its summit reaches heaven;
Written in 1834
© Samuel Rogers
Well, when her day is over, be it said
That, though a speck on the terrestrial globe,
Found with long search and in a moment lost,
She made herself a name--a name to live
The Grave Of A Poetess
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
I stood beside thy lowly grave;
Spring-odours breath'd around,
And music, in the river-wave,
Pass'd with a lulling sound.
Holiday
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Through Ebblesborne and Broad--Chalke
The narrow river runs,
Dimples with dark November rains,
Flashes in April suns.
Lilith
© Henry Kendall
Father, whose years have been many and weary
Elder, whose life is as lovely as light
Shining in ways that are sterile and dreary
Tell me the name of this beautiful peri,
Flashing on me like the wonderful white
Star, at the meeting of morning and night.
The Mariner
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The violet scent is sacred
Like dreams of angels bright;
The hawthorn smells of passion
Told in a moonless night.
The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Soul
Oh! say must I leave this world of light
With its sparkling streams and sunshine bright,
Its budding flowers, its glorious sky?
Vain tis to ask meI cannot die!
The Head Of Bran The Blest
© George Meredith
When the Head of Bran
Was firm on British shoulders,
God made a man!
Cried all beholders.
Before The Dawn
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Blacker the night grows ere the dawn be risen,
Keener the cost, and fiercer yet the fight.
But hark! above the thunder and the terror
A trumpet blowing splendid through the night.
Ballad
© Frances Anne Kemble
The Lord's son stood at the clear spring head,
The May on the other side,
Overtures
© John Crowe Ransom
My dear and I, we disagreed
When we had been much time together.
For when will lovers learn to sail
From sailing always in good weather?
His Other Chance
© Edgar Albert Guest
He was down and out, and his pluck was gone,
And he said to me in a gloomy way:
The First Leaf Of Spring
© Charles Lamb
WRITTEN ON THE FIRST LEAF OF A LADY'S ALBUM.
Thou fragile, filmy, gossamery thing,
To The Nile
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Month after month the gathered rains descend
Drenching yon secret Aethiopian dells,
And from the deserts ice-girt pinnacles
Where Frost and Heat in strange embraces blend
Felicity
© William Watson
Felicity indeed! Across the years
To me her tones come back, rebuking; me,
Spreader of toils to snare the wandering Joy
No guile may capture and no force surprise-
Only by them that never wooed her, won.
Broken Song
© Rabindranath Tagore
Kasinath asks for a rest and the singing stops for a space.
Pratap Ray smilingly turns his eyes to Baraj Lal.
He puts his mouth to his ear and says, 'Dear ustad,
Give us a song as songs ought to be, this is no song at all.
It's all tricks and games, like a cat hunting a bird.
We used to hear songs in the old days, today they have no idea.'
