All Poems
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She Told Her Beads
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim;
Of Child With Bird At The Bush
© John Bunyan
My little bird, how canst thou sit
And sing amidst so many thorns?
To An English Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE seed that wasteful autumn cast
To waver on its stormy blast,
To America
© James Weldon Johnson
How would you have us, as we are?
Or sinking 'neath the load we bear?
Our eyes fixed forward on a star?
Or gazing empty at despair?
The Star
© Sara Teasdale
A WHITE star born in the evening glow
Looked to the round green world below,
And saw a pool in a wooded place
That held like a jewel her mirrored face.
Can a kiss be sweeter? (Canti di Milosao, excerpt from canto IV)
© Jeronim de Rada
It was Sunday morning
And the son of the noble matron
The Effects of Spring on Nature
© James Thomson
See where the winding vale its lavish stores,
Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks
The latent rill, scarce oozing through the grass,
In fair profusion, decks. Long let us walk,
The Emperor Frederick Of Our Time
© George Meredith
With Alfred and St. Louis he doth win
Grander than crowned head's mortuary dome:
His gentle heroic manhood enters in
The ever-flowering common heart for home.
Theory Of Truth
© Robinson Jeffers
(Reference to The Women at Point Sur)
I stand near Soberanes Creek, on the knoll over the sea, west of
Lament For Zenocrate
© Christopher Marlowe
Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
The golden ball of heaven's eternal fire,
Epigram VI.
© John Byrom
To own a God, who does not speak to men,
Is first to own, and then disown again;
Of all idolatry the total sum
Is having gods, that are both deaf and dumb.
From 'To Seraphime'
© Heinrich Heine
Through the wood when I am wandering
In the dusky eventide,
Goes a dainty form in silence
Always closely at my side.
The Crown of Years
© Robert Fuller Murray
Years grow and gather-each a gem
Lustrous with laughter and with tears,
And cunning Time a crown of years
Contrives for her who weareth them.
My Four Little Johnny-Cakes
© Anonymous
Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
With a toadskin in my pocket, that I borrowed from a friend,
Oh, isn't it nice and cosy to be camping in the bend!
Xanthias Jollied
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Nay, Xanthias, feel unashamed
That she you love is but a servant.
Remember, lovers far more famed
Were just as fervent.
Mary Lemaine
© Henry Lawson
She heard a few words, but those words were enough
The troopers were all on the track of Jim Duff.
The super, his rival, was planning a trap
To capture the scamp in Maginniss Gap.
Ive warned him before, and Ill do it again;
Ill save him to-night, whispered Mary Lemaine.
Beaver Brook
© James Russell Lowell
Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill,
And, minuting the long day's loss,
The cedar's shadow, slow and still,
Creeps o'er its dial of gray moss.
