All Poems

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The Watch on Deck

© David MacDonald Ross

Thou watcher of the spirit's inner keep,
Scanning Death's lone, illimitable deep,
  Spread outward to the far immortal shore!
While the vault sleeps, from the upheaving deck,
Thou see'st the adamantine reefs that wreck,
  And Life's low shoals, where lusting billows roar.

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The Ballad Of Eliza Davis

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Galliant gents and lovely ladies,
 List a tail vich late befel,
Vich I heard it, bein on duty,
 At the Pleace Hoffice, Clerkenwell.

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Professor Noctutus

© George MacDonald

Nobody knows the world but me.
The rest go to bed; I sit up and see.
I'm a better observer than any of you all,
For I never look out till the twilight fall,
And never then without green glasses,
And that is how my wisdom passes.

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The Drums of Battersea

© Henry Lawson

They can’t hear in West o’ London, where the worst dine with the best—

Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they can’t hear in London West—

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Dawn

© Arthur Rimbaud

My first adventure, in a path already gleaming
With a clear pale light,
Was a flower who told me its name.

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Sweetest Of Maidens, Oh, How Can I Tell

© Louisa May Alcott

'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell
  The love that transfigures the whole earth to me?
  The longing that causes my bosom to swell,
  When I dream of a life all devoted to thee?'

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Shew Us The Father

© George MacDonald

"Shew us the Father." Chiming stars of space,

And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,

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Caprice

© William Dean Howells

SHE hung the cage at the window;
  "If he goes by," she said,
"He will hear my robin singing,
  And when he lifts his head,
I shall be sitting here to sew,
And he will bow to me, I know."

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Musophilus Containing A General Defence Of All Learning (ex

© Samuel Daniel

Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence,

 That with the strong rein of commanding words

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Fit The Eighth - The Vanishing

© Lewis Carroll

"There is Thingumbob shouting!" the Bellman said.
"He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!"

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The Jolly Miller

© James Whitcomb Riley

It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee;
He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:
  "O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,
  And you shall shorely die!"
  So he scrunched his bones against the stones--
  And there he let him lie!

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On Hearing Miss Thrale Consulting with a Friend About a Gown and Hat

© Samuel Johnson

Wear the gown and wear the hat,
Snatch thy pleasures while they last;
Hadst thou nine lives, like a cat,
Soon those nine lives would be pass'd.

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A Song For St. Cecilia's Day, At Oxford

© Joseph Addison

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 Cecilia, whose exalted hymns

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"A Perfect Woman Nobly Planned"

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Ah, Myrtilla, woe and dear me!
  Lackadaydee and alas!
What is this, I greatly fear me,
  That has come to pass?

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In A Graveyard

© John Hay

In the dewy depths of the graveyard
  I lie in the tangled grass,
And watch, in the sea of azure,
  The white cloud-islands pass.

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Bang The Brocker

© William Forbes

OR Bully PIERCE alias A---N the Turncoat.


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The Convert

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

 The sages have a hundred maps to give
 That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,
 They rattle reason out through many a sieve
 That stores the sand and lets the gold go free:
 And all these things are less than dust to me
 Because my name is Lazarus and I live.

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The Child Asleep. (From The French)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face,
Sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed!
Sleep, little one; and closely, gently place
Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast.

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The Lay Of The Lady Lorraine

© Carolyn Wells

In vain they entreated, they begged and they plead,
They coaxed and besought, and they sullenly said
That she was hard-hearted, unfeeling, and cruel.
They challenged each other to many a duel;
They scowled and they scolded, they sulked and they sighed,
But they could not win Lady Lorraine for a bride.

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Mary Tired

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

THROUGH the starred Judean night
She went, in travail of the Light,
With the earliest hush she saw
God beside her in the straw.