All Poems
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The Rosicrucian
© Madison Julius Cawein
Was it her soul? or the sapphire fire
That sang like the note of a seraph's lyre?
Out of her mouth there fell no word-
She spake with her soul, as a flower speaketh.
A Sara
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
A mi paso y al azar te desprendiste
Como el fruto más profano
Que pudiera concederme la benévola
Actitud de este verano.
The Disobedient Heart
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Stern Power, whose heavy hand I feel,
Whose infinite, world--urging force,
Nor silent pain nor strong appeal
Persuades from its imperious course,
Find The Favorite
© James Whitcomb Riley
Our three cats is Maltese cats,
An' they's two that's white,--
An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's
'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.--
Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard
© William Wordsworth
WE can endure that He should waste our lands,
Despoil our temples, and by sword and flame
The Change-Worker
© Edgar Albert Guest
A feller don't start in to think of himself, an'
the part that he's playin' down here,
From CLIO
© Martha Sansom
We every Day grew dearer to each other. I was then
indeed as blind as he. I gave him every Perfection, and
began to love in earnest. How did I want a Friend to
guard me from this Precipice, where Love was leading
me, to warn me of this Serpent, who was sacking out the
Sweetness of my Soul, and laying every Art to destroy it!
The Old Play
© Kenneth Slessor
I
IN an old play-house, in an old play,
In an old piece that has been done to death,
We dance, kind ladies, noble friends.
Song of the Cattle Hunters
© Henry Kendall
While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams,
And the water-pools flash in its glow,
I had not mindedWalls
© Emily Dickinson
I had not mindedWalls
Were Universeone Rock
And fr I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block
A mademoiselle Louise B.
© Victor Marie Hugo
Ô vous l'âme profonde ! ô vous la sainte lyre !
Vous souvient-il des temps d'extase et de délire,
Et des jeux triomphants,
Et du soir qui tombait des collines prochaines ?
Vous souvient-il des jours ? Vous souvient-il des chênes
Et des petits enfants ?
The Room Above the Square
© Stephen Spender
The light in the window seemed perpetual
When you stayed in the high room for me;
It glowed above the trees through leaves
Like my certainty.
To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth
© Phillis Wheatley
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The War Budget
© Jessie Pope
To foot the bill it's only fair
That everyone should do their share,
And since we all are served the same,
Pay and look pleasant that's the game.
The Philosopher
© Emily Jane Brontë
Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer's sun is beaming!
Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?
The Resplendent Quetzal-Bird
© Padraic Colum
OTHERS have divers paints and enamels,
Lavish and bright on breast and wing feathers:
You, Guatemalan, have sunken all colours
Into glory of greenness!
Faith
© Ada Cambridge
Let go the myths and creeds of groping men.
This clay knows naught - the Potter understands.
I own that Power divine beyond my ken,
And still can leave me in His shaping hands.
But, O my God, that madest me to feel,
Forgive the anguish of the turning wheel!
Upon a Braid of Hair in a Heart sent by Mrs. E. H.
© Henry King
In this small Character is sent
My Loves eternal Monument.
Whil'st we shall live, know, this chain'd Heart
Is our affections counter-part.
And if we never meet, think I
Bequeath'd it as my Legacy.
