All Poems
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The Common Question
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Behind us at our evening meal
The gray bird ate his fill,
Swung downward by a single claw,
And wiped his hooked bill.
The Vision
© Katharine Tynan
An average man was Private Flynn,
Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;
Troublesome when the drink was in,
A quiet lad when it was out.
Fragment: Omens
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings
In the pathless dell beneath;
Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings
Tidings of approaching death.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
Life Tells The Dreamer
© Margaret Widdemer
THESE others ask me little, clamoring
For such imperfect gifts as I can bring;
On Ye Bishop Of Meaths Death
© Thomas Parnell
Mourn widdowd Iland, Mourn, your Pan is dead.
Mourn ye unhappy flocks your Sheapherd Pan is fled;
"To read only children's books"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
To read only children's books,
To have only childish thoughts,
To throw everything grown-up away,
To rise from deep sadness.
To A Friend Who Had Declared His Intention Of Writing No More Poetry
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween
That Genius plunged thee in that wizard fount
High Castalie: and (sureties of thy faith)
That Pity and Simplicity stood by.
Daedalus in Sicily
© Joseph Brodsky
All his life he was building something, inventing something.
Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Women's Eyes.
© Robert Crawford
The eyes of women, those star-tabernacles where
Love keeps his old and holy things, inspired
With beauty and the reverence that leads
Men to perfection.
The Rider Of The Knee
© James Whitcomb Riley
Knightly Rider of the Knee
Of Proud-prancing Unclery!
Gaily mount, and wave the sign
Of that mastery of thine.
Australia's First Great Poet
© Charles Harpur
HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name
Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime!
A Dialogue. Lute And Voice
© Richard Lovelace
L. Sing. V. Touch.
Touch. L.
Sing.
BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering.
To My Friends
© Henry Lawson
These are songs of the Friends I neglected
And the Foes, too, in part;
These are songs that were mostly rejected
And songs from my heart.
Yours truly,
HENRY LAWSON. Sydney, 19/9/10.
"Every church sings its own soft part"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Every church sings its own soft part
In the polyphony of a girl's choir,
And in the stone arches of the Assumption
I make out high, arched brows.
An Epigram
© Oliver Goldsmith
Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail,
His pen he prostitutes t' avoid a gaol.
ROSCOM.
The Fairy Cave
© Mao Zedong
Amid the growing shades of dusk stand sturdy pines,
Riotous clouds sweep past, swift and tranquil.
Nature has excelled herself in the Fairy Cave,
On perilous peaks dwells beauty in her infinite variety.
