All Poems
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Don Juan: Canto The Sixth
© George Gordon Byron
'There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which,--taken at the flood,'--you know the rest,
Sail
© Mikhail Lermontov
A lonely sail is flashing white
Amdist the blue mist of the sea!…
What does it seek in foreign lands?
What did it leave behind at home?..
A Sabbath Scene
© John Greenleaf Whittier
SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-bell
Ceased quivering in the steeple,
Scarce had the parson to his desk
Walked stately through his people,
The Quaker Of The Olden Time
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE Quaker of the olden time!
How calm and firm and true,
Unspotted by its wrong and crime,
He walked the dark earth through.
To The Duke Of Dorset
© George Gordon Byron
Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,
Exploring every path of Ida's glade;
Fragment XIV
© James Macpherson
Whence the son of Mugruch, Duchommar
the most gloomy of men? Dark
are thy brows of terror. Red thy rolling
eyes. Does Garve appear on the
sea? What of the foe, Duchommar?
O Who Will Speak From a Womb or a Cloud?
© George Barker
Not less light shall the gold and the green lie
On the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, than
Dream-House
© Margaret Widdemer
I WENT to the house of the Lady of Dreams
For a dream to carry away
That should ferry me over the blackest streams
I had to cross by day;
A Farm House by the River
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know a little country place
Where still my heart doth linger,
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
© James Montgomery
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
Great David's greater Son:
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
The Four Seasons : Autumn
© James Thomson
Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
We Who Were Executed
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.
The Path O' Little Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red,
Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.
The Shepherdess Of The Arno
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Tis no wild and wondrous legend, but a simple pious tale
Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale,
Near where Arnos glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play
As they mirror back the vineyards through which they take their way.
Why Not Do It, Sir, Today?
© Charles Lamb
"Why so I will, you noisy bird,
This very day I'll advertise you,
Perhaps some busy ones may prize you.
A fine-tongued parrot as was ever heard,
I'll word it thus-set forth all charms about you,
And say no family should be without you."
The Olive Branch
© George Meredith
A dove flew with an Olive Branch;
It crossed the sea and reached the shore,
And on a ship about to launch
Dropped down the happy sign it bore.
The Promise In Disturbance
© George Meredith
How low when angels fall their black descent,
Our primal thunder tells: known is the pain
The First Part: Sonnet 10 - Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine
© William Henry Drummond
Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine
Makes sweet the horror of the dreadful night,
