All Poems
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When Rising from The Bed of Death
© Joseph Addison
When rising from the bed of death,
Oerwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?
W'en I Gits Home
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun'
Dis sorrer-laden earfly groun',
An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I,
'T would be a sweet t'ing des to die,
An' go 'long home.
The Freeborn
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
God made the man and bid him multiply,
Replenish the green earth, nor break the die
Hate You, Christ, I Do Not
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Hate you, Christ, I do not, or seek. I believe
In you as in the others gods, your elders.
I count you as neither more nor less
Than they are, merely newer.
Love In A Garden
© Madison Julius Cawein
Between the rose's and the canna's crimson,
Beneath her window in the night I stand;
The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in rims, on
The white moonflowers--each a spirit hand
That points the path to mystic shadowland.
Woman To Man
© Judith Wright
The eyeless labourer in the night,
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day---
silent and swift and deep from sight
foresees the unimagined light.
The Lady Of La Garaye - A Threnody
© Caroline Norton
HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be
Alone and free,
Uninterrupted by his mournful words,
Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords
Chingery Wangery Chan
© Louisa May Alcott
"Chingery changery ri co day,
Ekel tekel happy man;
Uron odesko canty oh, oh,
Gallopy wallopy China go."
The Music-Grinders
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
There are three ways in which men take
Oneâs money from his purse,
And very hard it is to tell
Which of the three is worse;
But all of them are bad enough
To make a body curse.
The Crucifixion [The Light of The World]
© Henry Lawson
They sunk a post into the ground
Where their leaders bade them stop;
Sonnett - XXIII
© James Russell Lowell
WENDELL PHILLIPS
He stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide
The Regions of Love
© Francis William Bourdillon
Who knows the deeps, where the water sleeps
Leagues from the light away?
Who knows the heights, where myriad lights
Fill heaven with endless day?
"The Old Homestead"
© Eugene Field
God bless ye, Denman Thomps'n, for the good y' do our hearts,
With this music an' these memories o' youth--
God bless ye for the faculty that tops all human arts,
The good ol' Yankee faculty of Truth!
The Old Village Doctor
© Henry Clay Work
Count the mossy marbles in the graveyard!
Our old doctor and his patients, there they lie.
All regradless of the weather,
They are waiting there together,
For that long-sought "better by-and-by."
On Tea
© Edmund Waller
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
A Figurative Description Of The Procedure Of Divine Love
© William Cowper
'Twas my purpose, on a day,
To embark, and sail away.
As I climbed the vessel's side,
Love was sporting in the tide;
"Come," he said, "ascendmake haste,
Launch into the boundless waste."
Speak Now For Peace
© Vachel Lindsay
Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen,
Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart),
Though naught but smoke and flame and drowning is seen.
The Native Land. (From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Clear fount of light! my native land on high,
Bright with a glory that shall never fade!
