All Poems
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Hell's Pavement
© John Masefield
When Im discharged at Liverpool n draws my bit o pay,
I wont come to sea no more;
Telepathy
© James Russell Lowell
'And how could you dream of meeting?'
Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?
All day my pulse had been beating
The tune of your coming feet.
Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
A gentle story of two lovers young,
Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,
And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung
Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow
Embroidery
© Margaret Widdemer
SHE sits and makes pink roses with her thread
And wonders what to do, her heart astir,
Lines On The Death Of Bismarck
© John Jay Chapman
Thought cannot grasp the Cause: 'tis in the abyss
With Nature's secrets. But, gigantic wreck,
Thou wast the Instrument! And thy huge limbs
Cover nine kingdoms as thou lie'st asleep.
How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate?
© Alfred Tennyson
A hand displayed with many a little art;
An eye that glances on her neighbor's dress;
A foot too often shown for my regard;
An angel's form - a waiting-woman's heart;
A perfect-featured face, expressionless,
Insipid, as the Queen upon a card.
The Wind
© James Brunton Stephens
The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand
The Spring of Love
© Friedrich Rückert
Dearest, thy discourses steal
From my bosom's deep, my heart
How can I from thee conceal
My delight, my sorrow's smart?
Answer To A Child's Question
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong;
What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
Upon The Curtaine Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought
© Richard Lovelace
Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
All depth and minde; then mystically spye
Her soul's faire picture, her faire soul's, in all
So truely copied from th' originall,
The Poetry Of Shelley
© George Meredith
See'st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending
Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?
Deep in the heart-yearning distance of heaven it flutters -
Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve.
Wives By The Dozen
© Matthew Prior
O Death how thou spoil'st the best project of life,
Said Gabriel, who still as he bury'd one wife,
Rappelle-Toi
© Henry Van Dyke
Remember, when the timid light
Through the enchanted hall of dawn is gleaming;
New Year's Dawn - Broadway
© Sara Teasdale
When the horns wear thin
And the noise, like a garment outworn,
The Gifts
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I GIVE you Life, O child, a garden fair;
I give you Love, a rose that blossoms there--
I give a day to pluck it and to wear!
Epigram IV.
© John Byrom
He is a Sinner, you are pleas'd to say;
Then love him for the sake of Christ, I pray,
If on his gracious Words you place your trust,
-"I came to call the sinner; not the just,"-
Second his Call; which if you will not do,
You'll be the greater sinner of the two.
Matins
© Henry Van Dyke
Flowers rejoice when night is done,
Lift their heads to greet the sun;
Sweetest looks and odours raise,
In a silent hymn of praise.
The Unchanged
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
IF we could salvage Babylon
From times's grim heap of dust and bones;
