All Poems
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Dear Pretty Youth
© Thomas Shadwell
Dear pretty youth, unveil your eyes,
How can you sleep when I am by?
The Princess: A Medley: Come down, O Maid
© Alfred Tennyson
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)
Fool-Youngens
© James Whitcomb Riley
Me an' Bert an' Minnie-Belle
Knows a joke, an' we won't tell!
No, we don't--'cause we don't know
_Why_ we got to laughin' so;
But we got to laughin' so,
"We ist kep' a-laughin'.
A Roadway
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Let those who will stride on their barren roads
And prick themselves to haste with self-made goads,
Shadow and Light Source Both
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I could explain this, but it will break the
glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that.
Yasoda Inducing Krishna To Stay Nearby
© Sant Surdas
Kanha, don't go so far to play,
you do not know the 'hau' is here,
Bakhichisarai At Night
© Adam Mickiewicz
The faithful villagers have scattered from the Mosque;
The echo of a muezzin's voice melts in the calm of dusk;
And the horizon blushes deep, tinged with rubies.
The king of silver, crescent of the night,
Autumn Dews
© John Jay Chapman
THROW open the shutters, it's seven o'clock!
And impertinent crows take their flight at the shock;
Then dropping their breakfast, they scoff as they pass
O'er the blanket of dew that lies white on the grass.
Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England
© George Gordon Byron
'Tis done -- and shivering in the gale
The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
And I must from this land be gone,
Because I cannot love but one.
Miss Edith Makes It Pleasant For Brother Jack
© Francis Bret Harte
"Crying!" Of course I am crying, and I guess you would be crying,
too,
Love And Thought
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Two well-assorted travellers use
The highway, Eros and the Muse.
Pierrot's Song
© Sara Teasdale
Lady, light in the east hangs low,
Draw your veils of dream apart,
Under the casement stands Pierrot
Making a song to ease his heart.
(Yet do not break the song too soon-
I love to sing in the paling moon.)
The Joke
© Charles Bukowski
then he leans back, thinks that I
have no sense of humor, have had a
bad day, or that he has overestimated my
intelligence.
The Braemar Road
© Nina Murdoch
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.
It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns about
