All Poems
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Sunlight Soap
© William Topaz McGonagall
You can use it with great pleasure and ease
Without wasting any elbow grease;
Eclogue the Second Hassan
© William Taylor Collins
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day
10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste
Hope
© William Cowper
Ask what is human life -- the sage replies,
With disappointment lowering in his eyes,
Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand by Berwyn Moore: American Life in Poetry #175 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laur
© Ted Kooser
A part of being a parent, it seems, is spending too much time fearing the worst. Here Berwyn Moore, a Pennsylvania poet, expresses that fearâirrational, but exquisitely painful all the same.
Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders
© John Donne
THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now
To put thy hand unto the holy plough,
Rubaiyat 17
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
With fate you still hope to trade;
Passage of time should make you afraid.
You said no color comes after black,
I said my black hair to white degrade.
Le Rossignol
© Paul Verlaine
Like to a swarm of birds, with jarring cries
Descend on me my swarming memories;
Of Moses And His Wife
© John Bunyan
This Moses was a fair and comely man,
His wife a swarthy Ethiopian;
The Guests
© Arthur Symons
When I and my own heart are ail alone
With one another and our neighbour thought,
Accession
© Edith Nesbit
ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed down,
Subject and slave, for Love was a King;
Battle Of Hastings - II
© Thomas Chatterton
OH Truth! immortal daughter of the skies,
Too lyttle known to wryters of these daies,
The Female Martyr
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight street
Heard and gave back the hoarse, low call;
Breath of Hampstead Heath
© Edith Matilda Thomas
THE WIND of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek
As, home returned, I muse, and see arise
The Fisher's Widow
© Arthur Symons
The boats go out and the boats come in
Under the wintry sky;
And the rain and foam are white in the wind,
And the white gulls cry.
Gibeon
© John Newton
When Joshua, by God's command,
Invaded Canaan's guilty land;
Gibeon, unlike the nations round,
Submission made and mercy found.
Serenade
© Oscar Wilde
O noble pilot tell me true
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?
'Jack Robertson'
© Henry Lawson
HOW OFT in public meetings past,
Where sense was not and talk was loud,
If The Moon Came From Heaven
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If the moon came from heaven,
Talking all the way,
