All Poems
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To Chloe
© Eugene Field
Chloe, you shun me like a hind
That, seeking vainly for her mother,
Hears danger in each breath of wind,
And wildly darts this way and t' other;
Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams
© Thomas Hardy
I dream that the dearest I ever knew
Has died and been entombed.
A Little Budding Rose
© Emily Jane Brontë
It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
And shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
But sweet was the slight and spicy smell
It breathed from its heart invisible.
Ode to the Plum Blossom
© Mao Zedong
Wind and rain escorted Spring's departure,
Flying snow welcome Spring's return.
On the ice-clad rock rising high and sheer
A flower blossom sweet and fair.
Motes
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
UP and down, up and down,
In the air the sunshine mellows--
Green or yellow, gold or brown,
See those gay capricious fellows!
The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie,
Among their poor, beneath the equal sky.
Among their poor, who blessed them ere they went
For all the loving help and calm content.
The Flies. An Eclogue.
© Thomas Parnell
When in the River Cows for Coolness stand,
And Sheep for Breezes seek the lofty Land,
"Life Is Before Us"
© Frances Anne Kemble
I heard youth's silver clarion call to Fate,
And looking forth beheld his flower-fair face,
The Ship That Never Returned
© Henry Clay Work
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On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;
The Borough. Letter V: The Election
© George Crabbe
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,
Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;
Die Planetenbewohner
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Mit suessen Grillen sich ergoetzen,
Einwohner in Planeten setzen,
Eh man aus sichern Gruenden schliesst,
Dass Wein in den Planeten ist:
Das heisst zu frueh bevoelkern.
Once a sea-nymph loved a boy
© Augusta Davies Webster
Boy and nymph were hand in hand:
He and she they had much love.
"Oh the green and ripening land!
Oh the lime-scent in the trees!
Oh the langour of the breeze,
"Now no-one will be listening to songs"
© Anna Akhmatova
Now no-one will be listening to songs.
The days long prophesied have come to pass.
The world has no more miracles. Don't break
My heart, song, but be still: you are the last.
An Afterthought
© Robert Fuller Murray
You found my life, a poor lame bird
That had no heart to sing,
You would not speak the magic word
To give it voice and wing.
On A Good Man (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Traveller, regret not me; for thou shalt find
Just cause of sorrow none in my decease,
Advice To Mrs. Mowat
© Anne Hecht
POEM WRITTEN TO MEHETIBLE CALEF, ON HER MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN DAVID MOWAT, COMPOSED BY HER BRIDESMAID, ANNE HECHT, IN THE YEAR 1786.
Dear Hetty -
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,
Lynton Verses
© Edward Thomas
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,
Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing
