All Poems
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Fior Di Maggio
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Oh! May sits crowned with hawthorn-flower,
And is Love's month, they say;
And Love's the fruit that is ripened best
By ladies' eyes in May.
I Will Smile No More
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
No, I will smile no more. Love's touch of pleasure
Shall be as tears to me, fair words as gall,
The sun as blackness, friends as a false measure,
And Spring's blithe pageant on this earthly ball,
If it should brag, shall earn from me no praise
But silence only to my end of days.
A New Year's Plaint
© James Whitcomb Riley
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
--TENNYSON.
The Dawn Wind
© Rudyard Kipling
So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie down,
Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes,
Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind stares on,
Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks.
The Fable About A Nail
© Zbigniew Herbert
For lack of a nail the kingdom has fallen
according to the wisdom of nursery schoolsbut in our kingdom
there have been no nails for a long time there arent and wont be
either the small ones for hanging a picture
on a wall or large ones for closing a coffin
Here's To Thy Health
© Robert Burns
Here's to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;
Lines On The Anio At Tivoli
© Frances Anne Kemble
One river from the mountain springs was born,
Into three several streams its course was torn.
The Advice
© Charles Sackville
Phyllis, for shame! let us improve
A thousand several ways
These few short minutes stol'n by love
From many tedious days.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VI.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Student praised the good old times,
And liked the canter of the rhymes,
That had a hoofbeat in their sound;
But longed some further word to hear
Of the old chronicler Ben Meir,
And where his volume might he found.
A Naughty Little Comet
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The mother of the comet was a very good old star;
She used to scold her reckless child for venturing out too far.
Happiness
© Edgar Albert Guest
If he sunbeams will not start you to rejoicing,
If the laughter of your babies you can hear
No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
No rose that in a garden ever grew,
In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine,
Pharsalia - Book IV: Caesar In Spain. War In The Adriatic Sea. Death Of Curio.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Should mix with ours, the vanquished. Destiny
Has run for us its course: one boon I beg;
Bid not the conquered conquer in thy train."
The Eld
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Oh! blessèd, blessèd be the Eld,
Its echoes and its shades,--
The tones that from all time outswelled,
The light that never fades;--
To My Venerable Friend, The President Of The Royal Academy
© Washington Allston
From one unused in pomp of words to raise
A courtly monument of empty praise,
The Light
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
And I, remaining here and waiting long,
And all enfolded in my sorrows night,
Who not on earth again her face may see,
For even Memory does her likeness wrong,
Am blind and hopeless, only for this light
This light, this light, through all the years to be.
Encouragement
© Madison Julius Cawein
To help our tired hope to toil,
Lo! have we not the council here
Of trees, that to all hope appear
As sermons of the soil?
The Window
© Francis Scarfe
In after years, when you look back upon
This time, and upon me, who am no more
Close to your heart nor a shadow in your sun,
Perhaps you will stand still and lean on the door
Or lay down something, feeling quite undone.
