All Poems
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The Wife Of All Ages
© Edith Nesbit
I DO not catch these subtle shades of feeling,
Your fine distinctions are too fine for me;
This meeting, scheming, longing, trembling, dreaming,
To me mean love, and only love, you see;
In me at least 'tis love, you will admit,
And you the only man who wakens it.
July
© John Le Gay Brereton
Twas Jack-o-Winter hailed it first,
But now more timid angels sing,
For what dull ear can fail to hear
Afar the fluting of the Spring?
I Found A Few Old Letters
© Rabindranath Tagore
XIV
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy boxa few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the turbulent stream of time which washes away planets and stars, and didst say, These are only mine! Alas, there is no one now who can claim themwho is able to pay their price; yet they are still here. Is there no love in this world to rescue thee from utter loss, even like this love of thine that saved these letters with such fond care?
O woman, thou camest for a moment to my side and touched me with the great mystery of the woman that there is in the heart of creationshe who ever gives back to God his own outflow of sweetness; who is the eternal love and beauty and youth; who dances in bubbling streams and sings in the morning light; who with heaving waves suckles the thirsty earth and whose mercy melts in rain; in whom the eternal one breaks in two in joy that can contain itself no more and overflows in the pain of love.
Then And Now
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A little time agone, a few brief years,
And there was peace within our beauteous borders;
Peace, and a prosperous people, and no fears
Of war and its disorders.
Pleasure was ruling goddess of our land; with her attendant Mirth
She led a jubilant, joy-seeking band about the riant earth.
Two Sonnets: Harvard
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
At the meeting of the New York Harvard Club,
February 21, 1878.
A Boy And Watchmaker
© John Bunyan
This watch my father did on me bestow,
A golden one it is, but 'twill not go,
Autumn Evening
© Robinson Jeffers
Though the little clouds ran southward still, the quiet autumnal
Cool of the late September evening
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor later, when with her my childhood died,
Was life less sealed to me. The Church became
My guardian next and mother deified,
Who lit within me a more subtle flame
Septuagesima Sunday
© John Keble
There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.
Winter Song
© Robert Bloomfield
Dear Boy, throw that Icicle down,
And sweep this deep Snow from the door:
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
JOY'S TREACHERY
I had a live joy once and pampered her,
For I had brought her from the ``golden East,''
To lie when nights were cold upon my breast
The Bridal
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When we said ``I am thine'' and ``I am thine,''
We were as children crying a delight
Their hearts indeed divine
But cannot understand
In A Swedish Graveyard
© Emma Lazarus
After wearisome toil and much sorrow,
How quietly sleep they at last,
The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop
© George Meredith
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers;
It lives and dies upon its bed of snows;
The Pariah - Legend
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WATER-FETCHING goes the noble
Brahmin's wife, so pure and lovely;
The Death of Abraham Lincoln
© William Cullen Bryant
Oh, slow to smit and swift to spare,
Gentle and merciful and just!
Who, in the fear of God, didst bear
The sword of power, a nation's trust!
Achill Girl's Song
© Padraic Colum
Id bring you these for dowry
A field from heather free,
White sheep upon the mountain,
And calves that follow me.
Forgiven
© Helen Hunt Jackson
I dreamed so dear a dream of you last night!
I thought you came. I was so glad, so gay,
