All Poems
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The Rosebuds
© Henry Timrod
Yes, in that dainty ivory shrine,
With those three pallid buds, I twine
And fold away a dream divine!
Gumeye Ball
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Theres an eyeball in the gumball machine,
Right there between the red and the green,
Lookin at me as if to say,
You dont need anymore gum today.
Through The Wood
© Edith Nesbit
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
The Departed
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world with kings,
The powerful of the earth the wise the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. ~ BRYANT.
O Silver Rose
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
THE dark hour turns so slowly and so sweet,
The last still hour soft-fallen from the stars.
To-morrow I may kneel and touch thy feet,
O Rose of all Shiraz.
Rimas XXX
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Asomaba a sus ojos una lagrima
Y a mi labio una frase de perdon;
Hablo el orgullo y se enjugo su llanto,
Y la frase en mis labios expiro.
Are Ye Truly Free?
© James Russell Lowell
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free;
A Brisbane Reverie.
© James Brunton Stephens
AS I sit beside my little study window, looking down
From the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town
The Battered Brigade
© William Henry Ogilvie
The mark of a stake in the shoulder,
The brand of a wall on the knee,
When Nellie's On The Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place,
Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to Nellie's face;
The week between the old girl's' reign and entry of the new
Is one that's filled with happiness and comfort through and through.
The charm of living's back again-a charm that servants rob-
I like the home, I like the meals, when Nellie's on the job.
The Evening Prayer
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little girlie, kneeling there,
Speaking low your evening prayer,
Between The Rapids
© Archibald Lampman
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills
The wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,
Dust
© Celia Thaxter
Here is a problem, a wonder for all to see.
Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my hand!
This is a magic surprising, a mystery
Strange as a miracle, harder to understand.
The Little White Glove
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE early springtime faintly flushed the earth,
And in the woods, and by their favorite stream
The fair, wild roses blossomed modestly,
Above the wave that wooed them: there at eve,
The Old Dreamer
© Madison Julius Cawein
COME, let's climb into our attic,
In our house that's old and gray!
Life, you're old and I'm rheumatic,
And it's close of day.
Prais'd be Diana's Fair and Harmless Light
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light;
Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground;
Sitting Alone On Jingting Shan Hill
© Li Po
A flock of birds is flying high in the distance,
A lonely cloud drifts idly on its own.
We gaze at each other, neither growing tired,
There is only Jingting Shan.
