All Poems
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To The River Avon
© Walter Savage Landor
Avon! why runnest thou away so fast?
Rest thee before that Chance! where repose
An Insincere Wish Addressed to a Beggar
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
We are not near enough to love,
I can but pity all your woe;
For wealth has lifted me above,
And falsehood set you down below.
Texas Cowboy
© Karle Wilson Baker
From garden-beds I tend, it is not far
To those great ranges where he used to ride;
Imitation Of Lines Written By Roucher,
© Helen Maria Williams
BELOW HIS PICTURE, WHICH
A FELLOW-PRISONER HAD DRAWN, AND WHICH
Chard Whitlow
© Henry Reed
And pray for me also under the draughty stair.
As we get older we do not get any younger.
And pray for Kharma under the holy mountain.
Breitmann In Battle
© Charles Godfrey Leland
I DINKS I'll go a vightin'" - outshpoke der Breitemann.
"It's eighdeen hoonderd fordy-eight since I kits swordt in hand;
Dese fourdeen years mit Hecker all roostin' I haf been,
Boot now I kicks der Teufel oop and goes for sailin' in."
The Welcome Of The Women Of Braj
© Sant Surdas
'Tis morn, O Krishna, awake, all the pretty young milkmaids are calling for you; arise O Braj's prince, The sun is up in the sky, the moon pales, the tender tamala trees are in full bloom .
The women of Braj have stringed a garland of flowers of many kinds and wait to greet you. Arise dear child, wash your face and have your breakfast, O my heart's delight!
A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne.
© Mathilde Blind
HOW the lilacs, the lilacs are glowing and blowing!
And white through the delicate verdure of May
The blossoming boughs of the hawthorn are showing,
Like beautiful brides in their bridal array;
With cobwebs for laces, and dewdrops for pearls,
Fine as a queen's dowry for workaday girls.
Coda
© Basil Bunting
A strong song tows
us, long earsick.
Blind, we follow
rain slant, spray flick
to fields we do not know.
To The Silenced
© Georg Trakl
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfall
The crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,
The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask;
Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night.
Oh, the sunken pealing of evening bells.
Shepherds
© William Henry Drummond
Blest cottage that hath flowers in winter spread,
Though withered--blessed grass that hath the grace
To deck and be a carpet to that place!
Thus sang, unto the sounds of oaten reed,
Before the Babe, the shepherds bowed on knees;
And springs ran nectar, honey dropped from trees.
In the Armenian Mountains
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The way was heavy and the night was dark,
And yet we survived
Both sorrow and gloom.
Through the ages we go and gaze at the stark
Steep heights of our land-
The Armenian Highlands.
To Clarissa
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Clarissa, when you passed me by
With scornful lip and haughty eye,
What The Wind Said
© James Whitcomb Riley
'I muse to-day, in a listless way,
In the gleam of a summer land;
I close my eyes as a lover may
At the touch of his sweetheart's hand,
And I hear these things in the whisperings
Of the zephyrs round me fanned':--
Unknown Country
© Harold Monro
Here, in this other world, they come and go
With easy dream-like movements to and fro.
The Invigorating Dawn
© Sant Surdas
O darling boy,
dark as the tamala,
if you don't believe me,
open your large eyes
and see for yourself.
The Fair Little Maiden
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
There is one at the door, Wolfe O'Driscoll,
At the door, who bids you to come!"
Who is he that wakes me in the darkness,
Calling when all the world is dumb ?"
