All Poems
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Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Deep lies the snow, and neither the sun nor the rain can dissolve
it;
Boreas hardens it still, makes it forever remain.
Ellen Terry In The Merchant Of Venice
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
As there she lives and moves upon the scene,
So lived and moved this radiant womanhood
A Song For Two Children
© Robert Graves
"Make a song, father, a new little song,
All for Jenny and Nancy."
Balow lalow or Hey derry down,
Or else what might you fancy?
The Western Stars
© Henry Lawson
On my blankets I was lyin
Too tired to lift my head,
An the long hot day was dyin
An I wished that I was dead.
The Sovereign Poet
© William Watson
HE sits above the clang and dust of Time,
With the world's secret trembling on his lip.
He asks not converse or companionship
In the cold starlight where thou canst not climb.
Sky Seasoning
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
A piece of sky
Broke off and fell
Through the crack in the ceiling
Right into my soup,
Ich Glaub Nicht An Den Himmel
© Heinrich Heine
I dont believe in Heaven,
Whose peace the preacher cites:
A Far Cry to Heaven
© Edith Matilda Thomas
WHAT! dost thou pray that the outgone tide be rolled back on the strand,
The flame be rekindled that mounted away from the smouldering brand,
Myself was formeda Carpenter
© Emily Dickinson
Myself was formeda Carpenter
An unpretending time
My Planeand I, together wrought
Before a Builder came
Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
And who feels discord now or sorrow?
Love is the universe to-day--
These are the slaves of dim to-morrow,
Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
Samuel
© Edgar Lee Masters
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel,
Fair-haired and heavy-jaw;
For he feared not the gates of hell,
Spiked 'round with heaven's law.
To A Departed Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
From the bright stars, or from the viewless air,
Or from some world unreached by human thought,
Spirit, sweet spirit! if thy home be there,
And if thy visions with the past be fraught,
Answer me, answer me!
A Song
© Leon Gellert
The night has come,, I feel the desert dew,
I lie in Afric's sands
And breath the night, for night like these are few
In other lands;
But where are you?
The Shower (I)
© Henry Vaughan
'TWAS so ; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake
From her faint bosom breath'd thee, the disease
Of her sick waters and infectious ease.
But now at even,
Too gross for heaven,
Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake.
The Freehold on the Plain
© Anonymous
I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone,
Of troubles and bad seasons I complain;
My cattle are all mortgaged, of horses I have none,
And I've lost that little freehold on the plain.
Duval's Birds
© Conrad Aiken
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,
Circled three times above the upturned faces
A Dedication
© Rudyard Kipling
My new-cut ashlar takes the light
Where crimson-blank the windows flare;
By my own work, before the night,
Great Overseer I make my prayer.
An April Love
© Alfred Austin
Nay, be not June, nor yet December, dear,
But April always, as I find thee now:
