All Poems
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Conductor Bradley
© John Greenleaf Whittier
CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name
Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,
Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,
Fragment. "It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon"
© Frances Anne Kemble
It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon
Was at her full, and shone upon the fields
To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Thomond, At Bath
© Mary Barber
Great Boiroimke! look down and see
This Change in thy Posterity;
Who quit all Titles to thy Throne,
But Hospitality alone.
The Beggar's Opera (excerpts)
© John Gay
Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1-
Through all the employments of life
Sonnet 89: Now, That Of Absence
© Sir Philip Sidney
Now that of absence the most irksome night,
With darkest shade doth overcome my day;
Since Stella's eyes, wont to give me my day,
Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night,
Dear Old London
© Eugene Field
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89,
I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing sign,
"A Splendid Horace cheap for Cash!" Of course I had to look
Upon the vaunted bargain, and it was a noble book!
Gunnar's Howe Above The House At Lithend
© William Morris
Ye who have come oer the sea
to behold this grey minster of lands,
Old Ghosts
© Madison Julius Cawein
CLOVE-SPICY pinks and phlox that fill the sense
With drowsy indolence;
And in the evening skies
Interior splendor, pregnant with surprise,
Rhyme
© Sylvia Plath
I've got a stubborn goose whose gut's
Honeycombed with golden eggs,
Yet won't lay one.
She, addled in her goose-wit, struts
The barnyard like those taloned hags
Who ogle men
English Eclogues II - The Grandmother's Tale
© Robert Southey
JANE.
Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw round
The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us
One of her stories.
Sonnet 62: Late, Tir'd With Woe
© Sir Philip Sidney
Late tir'd with woe, ev'n ready for to pine,
With rage of love, I call'd my love unkind;
She is whose eyes Love, though unfelt, doth shine,
Sweet said that I true love in her should find.
A Relapse
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I thought that I had done with fleshly things,
That in the azure of high thought my soul
Had learned to fly on less substantial wings
To a new Heaven, a sublimer goal.
Vis Medicatrix Naturae
© Alfred Austin
When Faith turns false and Fancy grows unkind,
And Fortune, more from fickleness than spite,
The Double-Bed Dream Gallows
© Richard Brautigan
Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.
The Prophecy Of Famine
© Charles Churchill
Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.
Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb
© William Wordsworth
STAY, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs
On this commodious Seat! for much remains
Of hard ascent before thou reach the top
Of this huge Eminence,--from blackness named,
Are Ye Right, There, Michael?
© William Percy French
Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
Ye've been so long in startin',
That ye couldn't say for startin'
Still ye might now, Michael,
So ye might!
Below And Above
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I SEE in the forest coverts
The sheen of shimmering lights;
They gleam from the dusky shadows,
They flash from the ghostly heights:
The U-Boat Crew
© Katharine Lee Bates
ALAS, alas for those blond boys who stalk
Their prey in ambush of the shuddering seas,
A Paradox
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Tis true the beauteous Starre
To which I first did bow
Burnt quicker, brighter far,
