All Poems
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Stanzas
© William Wordsworth
ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
The Moon re-entering her monthly round,
No faculty yet given me to espy
The dusky Shape within her arms imbound,
That thin memento of effulgence lost
Which some have named her Predecessor's ghost. .
Apology For Bad Dreams
© Robinson Jeffers
I
In the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,
Magdalen
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
I
A SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wet
With blood, except of freedom's foes;
That hope which, though its sun be set,
Japonicas
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BENEATH the sullen slope of shadowy skies,
Midmost this flowerless, wind-bewildered space
(Once a fair garden, now a desert-place)
Ah! what voluptuous hues are these that rise
Sonnet LIV. Idle Hours.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YE idle hours of summer, not in vain,
To one by Nature's beauty fed, ye pass
Though sending through the mental camera glass
No philosophic lesson to the brain,
A Letter Written For My Daughter To A Lady, Who Had Presented Her With A Cap.
© Mary Barber
Your late kind Gift let me restore;
For I must never wear it more.
My Mother cries, ``What's here to do?
``A Crimson Velvet Cap for you!
Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
© John Keats
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
I look into the chasms, and a shroud
Vapourous doth hide them, -- just so much I wist
The Hall Of Justice
© George Crabbe
Take, take away thy barbarous hand,
And let me to thy Master speak;
Remit awhile the harsh command,
And hear me, or my heart will break.
An Elegy address'd to His Excellency Governour BELCHER: On the Death of his Brother-in-Law, the
© Mather Byles
Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head,
And heard the fatal News,-"The Friend is dead.
The Song Of Pan
© Archibald Lampman
Mad with love and laden
With immortal pain,
Pan pursued a maiden--
Pan, the god--in vain.
On The Luxembourg Gallery
© Washington Allston
There is a Charm no vulgar mind can reach.
No critick thwart, no mighty master teach;
I.--Life
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SUFFERING! and yet majestical in pain;
Mysterious! yet, like spring-showers in the sun,
Veiling the light with their melodious rain,
Life is a warp of gloom and glory spun;
Sonnet VI: Go From Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore
Paradise: In A Symbol
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Golden-winged, silver-winged,
Winged with flashing flame,
Such a flight of birds I saw,
Birds without a name:
Singing songs in their own tongue
(Song of songs) they came.
Commencement d'une illusion
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il pleut ; la brume est épaissie ;
Voici novembre et ses rougeurs
Et l'hiver, effroyable scie
Que Dieu nous fait, à nous songeurs.
