All Poems
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In The Habour: Victor And Vanquished
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As one who long hath fled with panting breath
Before his foe, bleeding and near to fall,
Anna, Thy Charms
© Robert Burns
Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,
A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
The gowden locks of Anna.
The New-year's Gift
© Robert Herrick
Let others look for pearl and gold,
Tissues, or tabbies manifold:
One only lock of that sweet hay
Whereon the blessed Baby lay,
Or one poor swaddling-clout, shall be
The richest New-year's gift to me.
A Sudden Shower
© James Whitcomb Riley
Barefooted boys scud up the street
Or skurry under sheltering sheds;
And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet,
Gleam from the shawls about their heads.
Cora
© Charles Harpur
The spring it came, with never a storm,
And nine times came and went,
Till its whole spirit with her form
In budding beauty blent.
Ballads Of Four Seasons: Spring
© Li Po
The lovely Lo Fo of the western land
Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand;
In golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed.
"my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay.
Tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray."
Here will be echoes in the mountains...
© Boris Pasternak
Here will be echoes in the mountains,
The distant landslides' rumbling boom,
The rocks, the dwellings in the village,
The sorry little inn, the gloom
An Afternoon
© Raymond Carver
As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
Dreams
© Emma Lazarus
A DREAM of lilies: all the blooming earth,
A garden full of fairies and of flowers;
Its only music the glad cry of mirth,
While the warm sun weaves golden-tissued hours;
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Berlin
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Berlin,
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake,
Was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
The wind from the West
© Edward Young
Blow high, blow low,
O wind from the West;
You come from the country
I love the best.
Elegy, Written In The Year 1758
© James Beattie
Still, shall unthinking man substantial deem
The forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?
On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,
Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?
Living Without God In The World
© Charles Lamb
Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!
Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;
Quis Separabit?
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
All my life's short years had been stern and sterile -
I stood like one whom the blasts blow back -
As with shipmen whirled through the straits of Peril,
So fierce foes menaced my every track.
In The Harbour: Autumn Within
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
Auf der Reise -- With English translation
© Ludwig Bechstein
So viel am Himmelskreise
Der Sternlein bringt die Nacht,
So vielmal auf der Reise
Hab' ich an dich gedacht!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"I thought before your tale began,"
The Student murmured, "we should have
Lochiel's Warning
© Thomas Campbell
Lochiel. - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer!
Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear,
Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight!
This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright.
Sonnet III (To the Virgin Mary)
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Unequalled Virgin, the second ornament
Of the human race, whose dignity has not diminished
Her humility, nor has humility lessened her generosity of heart,
O rare Mother of her own Creator!
