All Poems
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The Auctor
© Stephen Hawes
Go lytell treatyse deuoyde of eloquence
Tremblynge for drede to approche the maieste
Of our souerayne lorde surmountynge in excellence
But vnder the wynge of his benygnyte
Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You)
© Charles Baudelaire
Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle,
Femme impure! L'ennui rend ton âme cruelle.
Pour exercer tes dents à ce jeu singulier,
Il te faut chaque jour un coeur au râtelier.
Spring On Mattagmi
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry,
Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,
The Mountain Of The Lovers
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I.
LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,
Our Souls Have Touched Each Other
© Mathilde Blind
Our souls have touched each other,
Two fountains from one jet;
Like children of one mother
Our leaping thoughts have met.
Shakespeare
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,
Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,
Where Genoa's roving mariner was blown?
Her twofold Saint's-day let our England keep;
Shall warring aliens share her holy task?"
The Old World echoes ask.
A Statesman
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Captain be he, my England, who doth know
Not careful coasts, with inland welcomes warm;
Parting
© Boris Pasternak
A man is standing in the hall
His house not recognizing.
Her sudden leaving was a flight,
Herself, maybe, surprising.
Pre-Ordination
© Madison Julius Cawein
She bewitched me in my childhood,
And the witch's charm is hidden--
Far beyond the wicked wildwood
I shall find it, I am bidden.
From North Wales: To The Mother
© George MacDonald
When the summer gave us a longer day,
And the leaves were thickest, I went away:
Like an isle, through dark clouds, of the infinite blue,
Was that summer-ramble from London and you.
The Blue Bird
© Madison Julius Cawein
From morn till noon upon the window-pane
The tempest tapped with rainy finger-nails,
Righteous Anger
© James Brunton Stephens
THE lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
After A Lecture On Wordsworth
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
COME, spread your wings, as I spread mine,
And leave the crowded hall
For where the eyes of twilight shine
O'er evening's western wall.
To Lothario
© Amelia Opie
Think not, Lothario, while I view
The bright expression of thy face,
And on thy cheek of crimson hue
Emotion's varying beauties trace,
Bobby's Pocket
© Carolyn Wells
Our Bobby is a little boy, of six years old, or so;
And every kind of rubbish in his pocket he will stow.
