All Poems
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Song (Untitled #9)
© George Meredith
I would I were the drop of rain
That falls into the dancing rill,
For I should seek the river then,
And roll below the wooded hill,
Until I reached the sea.
Phillis
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wenn der finstre Damon spricht,
Amor sei ein Ungeheuer,
Seine Glut ein hoellisch Feuer!
O so fuercht ich Amorn nicht.
An Armour of proofe, brought from The Tower of Dauid, to fight agaynst Spannyardes
© Roger Cotton
When God of hosts in eighty eight had brought,
an host of men, our Countrey to annoy:
in that distresse the Lord by vs was sought,
whereby our woes were turned then to ioy.
But yet full true to vs may this be sayde,
in your distresse, you onely seeke my ayde.
When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day
© George Gascoigne
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght,
Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to rest at night,
The Celestial Surgeon
© Robert Louis Stevenson
IF I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
Abu Midjan
© George MacDonald
"If I sit in the dust
For lauding good wine,
Ha, ha! it is just:
So sits the vine!"
Prayer of a Soldier's Mother
© Anonymous
O, Mother of Perpetual Help,
To thee I send my plea,
Look down upon my soldier son,
Take care of him for me.
If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun
© George MacDonald
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,
Pacing it wearily, wearily,
Twixt chapel and cell till day were done-
Wearily, wearily-
How would it fare with these hearts of ours
That need the sunshine, and smiles, and flowers?
The Toadstool
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THERE 's a thing that grows by the fainting flower,
And springs in the shade of the lady's bower;
Love In Hades.
© Robert Crawford
I saw Love pass with Charon down
The pale infernal tide,
To visit in the starless town
All who for him had died.
The Dream Of A Girl Who Lived At Seven-Oaks
© William Brighty Rands
Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree;
Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea;
Down At The Docks
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DOWN at the docks--when the smoke clouds lie,
Wind-ript and red, on an angry sky--
The Three Witnesses
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Musing I met, in no strange land,
What meet thou must to understand:
The Evanescent Beautiful
© Madison Julius Cawein
Day after Day, young with eternal beauty,
Pays flowery duty to the month and clime;
Night after night erects a vasty portal
Of stars immortal for the march of Time.
Denial
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WE look with scorn on Peter's thrice-told lie;
Boldly we say, "Good brother! you nor I,
So near the sacred Lord, the Christ, indeed,
Had dared His name and marvellous grace deny."
We Are Seven
© William Wordsworth
-A simple child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
