All Poems
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By the Babe Unborn
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If trees were tall and grasses short,
As in some crazy tale,
An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson's History Of Sir Charles Grandison
© William Cowper
Say, ye apostate and profane,
Wretches, who blush not to disdain
Allegiance to your God,--
Did e'er your idly wasted love
Of virtue for her sake remove
And lift you from the crowd?
To Maecenas
© Eugene Field
Than you, O valued friend of mine,
A better patron _non est_!
Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine,--
You'll find it poor but honest.
The Bush Lover
© Leon Gellert
He lingers in the lazy grass
And talks of loneliness with trees,
The clouds pass, and the hours pass;
And far afield he hears the bees.
Ballade Of True Wisdom
© Andrew Lang
Gods, grant or withhold it; your "yea" and your "nay"
Are immutable, heedless of outcry of ours:
But life IS worth living, and here we would stay
For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
Going Down In Ships
© Harry Kemp
Going down to sea in ships
Is a glorious thing,
Where up and over the rolling waves
The seabirds wing;
Air Vif
© Paul Eluard
I looked in front of me
In the crowd I saw you
Among the wheat I saw you
Beneath a tree I saw you
There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer (Quatrain in Farsi with English Translation)
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâb
ma-g'shâ dar andêsha-wo bar gîr rabâb
Personal
© Langston Hughes
In an envelope marked:
PERSONAL
God addressed me a letter.
In an envelope marked:
PERSONAL
I have given my answer.
Fear of the Inexplicable
© Rainer Maria Rilke
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relationship between
Contrasted Songs: A Lily And The Lute
© Jean Ingelow
“Nay! but thou a spirit art;
Men shall take thee in the mart
For the ghost of their best thought,
Raised at noon, and near them brought;
Or the prayer they made last night,
Set before them all in white.”
The Wreck of the 'Thomas Dryden' in Pentland Firth
© William Topaz McGonagall
As I stood upon the sandy beach
One morn near Pentland Ferry,
I saw a beautiful brigantine,
And all her crew seem'd merry.
On The Star Of 'The Legion Of Honour' (From The French)
© George Gordon Byron
Star of the brave!--whose beam hath shed
Such glory o'er the quick and dead
Thou radiant and adored deceit!
Which millions rush'd in arms to greet,
Wild meteor of immortal birth;
Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth?
To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poor little Foal of an oppressed race!
I love the languid patience of thy face:
At The Corregidors
© Madison Julius Cawein
To Don Odora says Donna De Vine:
"I yield to thy long endeavor!--
At my balcony be on the stroke of nine,
And, Signor, am thine forever!"
Death
© John Le Gay Brereton
HE, born of my girlhood, is dead, while my life is yet young in my heart
Ere the breasts where his baby lips fed have forgotten their softness, we part.
The Song Of The Plantain-Gatherers
© Confucius
We gather and gather the plantains;
Come gather them anyhow.
Yes, gather and gather the plantains,
And here we have got them now.
Monna Lisa
© James Russell Lowell
She gave me all that woman can,
Nor her soul's nunnery forego,
A confidence that man to man
Without remorse can never show.
