All Poems
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The Time For Brotherhood
© Edgar Albert Guest
When a fellow's feeling blue,
And is troubled, through and through
To A Young Poet
© Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
Pale youth with burning gaze,
I give you three commandments now:
Follow the first: don't live by the present,
The future is a poet's only place.
The French Wars
© Rudyard Kipling
The boats of Newhaven and Folkestone and Dover
To Dieppe and Boulogne and to Calais cross over;
And in each of those runs there is not a square yard
Where the English and French haven't fought and fought hard!
I Hear an Army
© James Joyce
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
Sonnet 5 - I wandered out a while agone,
© George Wither
I wandered out a while agone,
And went I know not whither;
But there do beauties many a one
Resort and meet together,
And Cupid's power will there be shown
If ever you come thither.
The Diverting History Of John Gilpin, Showing How He Went Farther Than He Intended, And Came Safe Ho
© William Cowper
John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he
Of famous London town.
Tristram And Isolt
© Madison Julius Cawein
Night and vast caverns of rock and of iron;
Voices like water, and voices like wind;
Horror and tempests of hail that environ
Shapes and the shadows of two who have sinned.
Epigram I: To Stella
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thou wert the morning star among the living,
Ere thy fair light had fled;--
Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving
New splendour to the dead.
Marmion: Canto V. - The Court
© Sir Walter Scott
Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone;
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
The Poet
© Padraic Colum
"THE blackbird's in the briar,
The seagull's on the ground-
They are nests, and they're more than nests," he said,
"They are tokens I have found.
To A Friend Writing On Cabaret Dancers
© Ezra Pound
Good Hedgethorn', for we'll anglicize your name
Until the last slut's hanged and the last pig disembowelled,
Seeing your wife is charming and your child
Sings in the open meadow at least the kodak says so
The Old Apple-Tree
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THERE's a memory keeps a-runnin'
Through my weary head to-night,
Anonymous Plays: XVIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MORE yet and more, and yet we mark not all:
The Warning fain to bid fair women heed
The Turning-Point
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AT length I sickened, standing in the sun
Truthful and for the Truth, whose only fees
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza V
© Gertrude Stein
Why can pansies be their aid or paths.
He said paths she had said paths
He Was Acquainted With Grief
© Jones Very
I cannot tell the sorrows that I feel
By the night's darkness, by the prison's gloom;
Illa Creek
© Henry Kendall
A strong sea-wind flies up and sings
Across the blown-wet border,
Whose stormy echo runs and rings
Like bells in wild disorder.
Sonnets Of The Blood III
© Allen Tate
Then, brother, you would never think me vain
Or rude, if I should mention dignity;
Les Phares (The Beacons)
© Charles Baudelaire
Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
