All Poems
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Christmas
© Henry Timrod
How grace this hallowed day?
Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,
Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire
Round which the children play?
Since I First Met You
© George Ade
Since I first met you,
Since I first met you,
The open sky above me seems a deeper blue;
Golden, rippling sunshine warms me through and through,
Each flower has a new perfume,
Since I met you!
"Out Of Reach?"
© James Whitcomb Riley
You think them "out of reach," your dead?
Nay, by my own dead, I deny
Your "out of reach."--Be comforted:
'Tis not so far to die.
Muse
© Anna Akhmatova
When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread.
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's tread?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VII.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Touched by the pathos of these rhymes,
The Theologian said: "All praise
Annie She's Dowie
© George MacDonald
Annie she's dowie, and Willie he's wae:
What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae,
For Annie she's fair as the first o' the day,
And Willie he's honest and stalwart and gay?
The Bell-Ringer
© Emile Verhaeren
Yon, in the depths of the evening's track,
Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows,
Wild, as in terror, the tempest bellows.
And suddenly, there, o'er the gables black
That the church, in the twilight, around it raises
All scored with lightnings the steeple blazes.
At The Papyrus Club
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
He 's lost his mother--so he cries--
And here he knows he'll find her:
The rogue! 't is but a new device,--
Look out for flying arrows
Whene'er the birds of Paradise
Are perched amid the sparrows!
Songs Set To Music: 13. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Love! inform thy faithful creature
How to keep his fair one's heart;
Welcome To Frost
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O SPIRIT! at whose wafts of chilling breath
Autumn unbinds her zone, to rest in death;
Touched by whose blight the light of cordial days
Is lost in sombre browns and sullen grays;
LA CREAZZIONE DER MONNO (The Creation of The World)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
L'anno che Gesucristo impastò er monno,
Ché pe impastallo già c'era la pasta,
Verde lo vorze fà, grosso e ritonno,
All'uso d'un cocommero de tasta.
I live with HimI see His face
© Emily Dickinson
I live with HimI see His face
I go no more away
For Visitoror Sundown
Death's single privacy
My Soul And I
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Stand still, my soul, in the silent dark
I would question thee,
Alone in the shadow drear and stark
With God and me!
At A Calvary Near The Ancre
© Wilfred Owen
One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him.
On The Progress Of The Soul...
© John Donne
Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
Let thine own times as an old story be.
