All Poems
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Through Liberty To Light
© Alfred Austin
Fixed is my Faith, the lingering dawn despite,
That still we move through Liberty to Light.
The Human Tragedy.
In Memory Of Col. Charles Young
© Countee Cullen
Along the shore the tall thin grass,
That fringes that dark river,
While sinuously soft feet pass
Beings to bleed and quiver.
On The Road To Waterloo: 17 October (En Vigilante, 2 Hours)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
It is grey tingling azure overhead
With silver drift. Beneath, where from the green
Pioneers
© William Henry Drummond
If dey 're walkin' on de roadside, an' dey 're bote in love togeder,
An' de star of spring is shinin' wit' de young moon in between,
It was purty easy guessin' dey 're not talkin' of de wedder,
W'en de boy is comin' twenty, an' de girl is jus' eighteen.
Youth and Age
© Vance Palmer
Youth that rides the wildest horse,
Youth that throws the deadliest steer,
To A Modern Poet
© Ndre Mjeda
Your road is good:
The Parcae are the ugliest faces
Of classical myths. You did not write of them,
But of stone slabs and of human brows
Covered in wrinkles, and of love.
Trouble
© Edgar Albert Guest
Trouble is an exerciser
Sent us by a Wisdom wiser
Than the mind of man possesses.
Doubts and dangers and distresses
Come not purposely to best us,
But to strengthen us and test us.
To A Jilted Lover
© Sylvia Plath
Cold on my narrow cot I lie
and in sorrow look
through my window-square of black:
South-West Wind In The Woodland
© George Meredith
The silence of preluded song -
AEolian silence charms the woods;
Only a Matter of Time
© Christopher Morley
It cannot be. The runnel slips away:
The clear smooth downward sluice begins again,
More brightly slanting for that trembling pause,
Leaving the sense its conscious vague unease
As when a sonnet flashes on the mind,
Trembles and burns an instant, and is gone.
If Those Who Love Us
© Edgar Albert Guest
F those who love us find us true
And kind and gentle, and are glad
When each grim working day is through
To have us near them, why be sad?
One Whisper of the Beloved
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Lovers share a sacred decree
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.
© Anne Bradstreet
Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight
Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,
Two Epochs
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LOVERS by a dim sea strand
Looking wave-ward, hand in hand;
Silent, trembling with the bliss
Of their first betrothal kiss:
A Secret Place
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O my peace, O well
So deep no thought could sound it,
Whence arose thy spell
When in my heart I found it?
Haec Olim Meminisse
© Madison Julius Cawein
FEBRILE perfumes as of faded roses
In the old house speak of love to-day,
Love long past; and where the soft day closes,
Down the west gleams, golden-red, a ray.
The Wind of Death
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
The wind of death, that softly blows
The last warm petal from the rose,
