All Poems
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Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
Sonnet XIII. To Mr. H. Lawes On His Aires
© John Milton
Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song
First taught our English Musick how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas Ears, committing short and long;
When Spring Goes By
© Duncan Campbell Scott
The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
The Mother
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Mother to her brooding breast
Her shrouded baby closely holds,
A stationary shadow, drest
In shadow, falling folds on folds.
From A Satire Written To King James I
© George Wither
Did I not know a great man's power and might
In spite of innocence can smother right,
The Chaperon
© George Ade
I love to chaperon a bunch
Of beautiful buds, and I've a hunch
The reason they all send for me
It's because I'm gay as I used to be,
'Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Sing hey for the chaperon!
The Axe-Helve
© Robert Frost
I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me.
Lines To A Critic
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Honey from silkworms who can gather,
Or silk from the yellow bee?
The grass may grow in winter weather
As soon as hate in me.
Tyne Dock
© Francis Scarfe
The summer season at Tyne Dock
Hoisted my boyhood in a crane
Above the shaggy mining town,
Above the slaghills and the rocks,
Above the middens in backlanes
And wooden hen-huts falling down.
The White Goddess
© Robert Graves
All saints revile her, and all sober men
Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean -
In scorn of which we sailed to find her
In distant regions likeliest to hold her
Whom we desired above all things to know,
Sister of the mirage and echo.
July The Fourth, 1917
© Edgar Albert Guest
Time was the cry went round the world:
America for freedom speaks,
Vox Et Praeterea Nihil
© Henry Timrod
I've been haunted all night, I've been haunted all day,
By the ghost of a song, by the shade of a lay,
From the Mountain
© Wang Wei
Here there are others like me
Sitting alone in meditation.
Look out here from the city.
All you will see is White Clouds.
Euryalus
© Edith Wharton
UPWARD we went by fields of asphodel,
Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below;
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Paradise Of Birds
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--
The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'er
Held o'er the waves its arms of sheltering green
Unto the sea and storm-vexed mariner:--
Song Of Fortunio
© Alfred de Musset
If you suppose I'm going to say
Whose love I dare,
I would not for an empire's sway
Her name declare.
