All Poems
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Laodicea
© John Newton
Hear what the Lord, the great Amen,
The true and faithful Witness says!
He formed the vast creation's plan,
And searches all our hearts and ways.
For Fasting Days
© Muriel Stuart
Are you my songs, importunate of praise?
Be still, remember for your comforting
That sweeter birds have had less leave to sing
Before men piped them from their lonely ways.
Dedication
© Lola Ridge
I would be a torch unto your hand,
A lamp upon your forehead, Labor,
In the wild darkness before the Dawn
That I shall never see…
The pilgrimage to Mecca
© George Canning
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,
What various duties bind his faithful train,-
Sweetheart
© Robert Fuller Murray
Sweetheart, that thou art fair I know,
More fair to me
Than flowers that make the loveliest show
To tempt the bee.
Translation Of The Romaic Song
© George Gordon Byron
I enter thy garden of roses,
Beloved and fair Haidée,
Proserpina
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
LUNGI è la luce che in sù questo muro
Rifrange appena, un breve istante scorta
The Princes' Quest - Part the Second
© William Watson
A fearful and a lovely thing is Sleep,
And mighty store of secrets hath in keep;
Deeds
© Archibald Lampman
'Tis well with words, oh masters, ye have sought,
To turn men's eyes yearning to the great and true,
Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Alfred
© James Thomson
First Spirit.
Hear, Alfred, father of the state,
Thy genius Heaven's high will declare!
What proves the hero truly great,
Is never, never to despair:
Is never to despair.
Ambrose
© James Russell Lowell
Never, surely, was holier man
Than Ambrose, since the world began;
With diet spare and raiment thin
He shielded himself from the father of sin;
With bed of iron and scourgings oft,
His heart to God's hand as wax made soft.
Sentences (Phrases)
© Arthur Rimbaud
When the world is reduced to a single dark wood
for our four eyes' astonishment,-- a beach for two
faithful children,-- a musical house
for one pure sympathy,-- I shall find you.
For Beauty I Am Not a Star
© Woodrow Wilson
For beauty I am not a star,
There are others more perfect by far,
But my face I don't mind it,
For I am behind it,
It is those in front that I jar.
The Eternal Search
© William Watson
MY little maiden two years old, just able
To tower full half a head above the table,
The Clock
© Francis Scarfe
Far away is one who now is sleeping
In the same world and the same darkness,
A Modern Invention
© Carolyn Wells
Old Santa Claus is up-to-date,
And hereafter, rumors say,
He'll come with his pack of glittering toys,
And visit the homes of girls and boys,
In a new reindeerless sleigh.
