All Poems
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The Charge
© Matthew Arnold
They outtalked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?
Better men fared thus before thee;
You Men
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer sin razón,
sin ver que sois la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis:
Sonnet XXXVIII. To Oliver Wendell Holmes. Aet 70.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A FOUNTAIN in our green New England hills
Sent forth a brook, whose music, as I stood
To listen, laughed and sang through field and wood
With mingled melodies of joyous rills.
Glenfinlas; or, Lord Ronald's Coronach
© Sir Walter Scott
"O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!"
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!" -
Lovers And A Reflection
© Charles Stuart Calverley
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
(And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no great matter)
Where woods are a-tremble with words a-tween.
Last Things
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THERE is no one to do it for me,
But I know what I shall do
When the last dawn breaks o'er me
And the last night is through.
The Will O' The Wisp
© Annie Campbell Huestis
THE Will-o'-the-Wisp is out on the marsh,
And all alone he goes;
There's not a sight of his glimmering light
From break of day to close;
But all night long, from dusk till dawn,
He drifts where the night wind blows.
Nurse Green
© Charles Lamb
"Your prayers you have said, and you've wished good night:
What cause is there yet keeps my darling awake?
This throb in your bosom proclaims some affright
Disturbs your composure. Can innocence quake?
Feuilles D'Automne
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Gather the leaves from the forest
And blow them over the world,
The wind of winter follows
The wind of autumn furled.
Kitchen Poem
© Francis Scarfe
In the hungry kitchen
The dog sings for its dinner.
The housewife is writing her poem
On top of the frigidaire
Something like this:
A Zong
© William Barnes
O Jenny, don't sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o' thy bosom, thy eyes' sparklèn light.
The Rwose In The Dark
© William Barnes
In zummer, leäte at evenèn tide,
I zot to spend a moonless hour
'Ithin the window, wi' the zide
A-bound wi' rwoses out in flow'r,
Bezide the bow'r, vorsook o' birds,
An' listen'd to my true-love's words.
The Alienated Mistress; A Madrigal. (From An Unfinished Melodrama)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Lady.
If Love be dead (and you aver it!)
Tell me, Bard! where Love lies buried.
The Pine-Apple And The Bee
© William Cowper
The pine-apples, in triple row,
Were basking hot, and all in blow;
The Viewless And Invisible Consequence
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The viewless and invisible Consequence
Watches thy goings-out, and comings-in,
And...hovers o'er thy guilty sleep,
Unveiling every new-born deed, and thoughts
More ghastly than those deeds--
The Rival Curates
© William Schwenck Gilbert
List while the poet trolls
Of MR. CLAYTON HOOPER,
Who had a cure of souls
At Spiffton-extra-Sooper.
A Lost Chance.
© James Brunton Stephens
[IT is stated that a shepherd, who had for many years grazed his flocks
in a district in which a rich tin-mining town in Queensland now stands,
Limerick: There was an old Lady of Winchelsea
© Edward Lear
There was an old Lady of Winchelsea,
Who said, 'If you needle or pin shall see
On the floor of my room,
Sweep it up with the broom!'
- That exhaustive old Lady of Winchelsea!
Ballades I - To Theocritus, In Winter
© Andrew Lang
Master,when rain, and snow, and sleet
And northern winds are wild, to thee
We come, we rest in thy retreat,
Where breaks the blue Sicilian sea!
The Legend of Mammon Castle
© Henry Lawson
IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,
Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into the dawn,
On a mountain rising steeply from the depth of marsh and wood
Raised in scorn above the lowlands Mammon Castle proudly stood
