All Poems
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Songs Set To Music: 26.
© Matthew Prior
Some kind angel, gently flying,
Moved with pity at my pain,
Tell Corinna I am dying
Till with joy we meet again.
The Englishman
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
The Birds
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
TRIBES of the air! whose favored race
May wander through the realms of space,
Free guests of earth and sky;
In form, in plumage, and in song,
What gifts of nature mark your throng
With bright variety!
The Sailor's Return
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
This morn I lay a-dreaming,
This morn, this merry morn,
When the cock crew shrill from over the hill,
I heard a bugle horn.
A Rough Sketch
© James Whitcomb Riley
I caught, for a second, across the crowd--
Just for a second, and barely that--
A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed,
Hid in the shade of a slouch-rim'd hat--
With small gray eyes, of a look as keen
As the long, sharp nose that grew between.
England And Her Colonies
© William Watson
SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree,
By countless morns impearled;
Sonnet 8
© Richard Barnfield
Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were,
So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene,
O Lady Moon
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.
To James Y. Simpson
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Oh teeming heart, that, for this once, in vain
Big with our good, didst undeliver'd die,
Chloris Appearing In A Looking Glass
© Thomas Parnell
Oft have I seen a Piece of Art,
Of Light and Shade, the Mixture fine,
Sonnet VI
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Tomicki, if they'd not chide him
Who lights a praising lamp to Light
Praised, sacred and boundless Itself,
Whence every light's glow doth stem,
Straw
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
When you are trying to sleep, Solominka,
In your enormous bedroom, and are waiting,
Sleepless, for the high and weighty ceiling to come down
With quiet, heavy sorrow on your keen eyelids,
Beggars
© Ella Higginson
CHILD with the hungry eyes,
The pallid mouth and brow,
And the lifted, asking hands,
I am more starved than thou.
The Shepherd Piping To The Fishes
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
A Shepherd seeking with his Lass
To shun the Heat of Day;
Was seated on the shadow'd Grass,
Near which a flowing Stream did pass,
And Fish within it play.
De Te
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
A burning glass of burnished brass,
The calm sea caught the noontide rays,
Pont Du Carrousel
© Rainer Maria Rilke
That blind man by the bridge, who is as gray
As a forgotten country's boundary stone,
Might be the thing most constant and alone
Around which stars are turning far away:
A centerpoint in isolate repose,
While all about him postures, strays, and flows.
A Festal Ode
© Confucius
With sounds of happiness the deer
The salsola crop in the fields.
What noble guests surround me here!
Each lute for them its music yields.
Sound, sound the lutes, or great or small.
The joy harmonious to prolong;--
