All Poems
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Chanson d'autrefois
© Victor Marie Hugo
Quelqu'un connaît-il ma cachette ?
C'est un lieu calme, où le ciel clair
En un jour de printemps rachète
Le mal qu'ont fait six mois d'hiver.
Twin-Born
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
He who possesses virtue at its best,
Or greatness in the true sense of the word,
Has one day started even with that herd
Whose swift feet now speed but at sin's behest.
Sonnet LXXXVI: Lost Days
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The lost days of my life until to-day,
What were they, could I see them on the street
Paolo To Francesca
© James Russell Lowell
I was with thee in Heaven: I cannot tell
If years or moments, so the sudden bliss,
Horace To His Lute
© Eugene Field
If ever in the sylvan shade
A song immortal we have made,
Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come--
Inspire a song of Latium.
Elegy V. He Compares the Turbulence of Love With the Tranquillity of Friendship
© William Shenstone
From Love, from angry Love's inclement reign
I pass awhile to Friendship's equal skies;
Thou, generous Maid! reliev'st my partial pain,
And cheer'st the victim of another's eyes.
Over The Hills
© George Meredith
The old hound wags his shaggy tail,
And I know what he would say:
It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound,
Over the hills, and away.
Sonnets Of The Blood IX
© Allen Tate
Captains of industry, your aimless power
Awakens harsh velleities of time:
At The Un-National Monument Along The Canadian Border
© William Stafford
This is the field where the battle did not happen,
where the unknown soldier did not die.
This is the field where grass joined hands,
where no monument stands,
and the only heroic thing is the sky.
Sonnet LXXXVIII: Hero's Lamp.
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
That lamp thou fill'st in Eros' name to-night,
O Hero, shall the Sestian augurs take
The Trees
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I know: to the trees, but not to us,
Perfection of the life is given, whole.
And on the Earth the sister of the stars
We live in exile, while they do at home.
Skirt Machinist
© Lesbia Harford
I am making great big skirts
For great big women
Amazons who've fed and slept
Themselves inhuman.
Two Poems To Harriet Beecher Stowe
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
ON HER SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY, JUNE 14, 1882
Seasons of the Heart
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The different hues that deck the earth
All in our bosoms have their birth;
Memory
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Late, late last night, when the whole world slept,
Along to the garden of dreams I crept.
What Silk
© Stéphane Mallarme
What silk of times sweet balm
Where the Chimera tired himself
Is worth the coils and natural cloud
You tend before the mirrors calm?
On A Landscape Bt Rubens
© William Lisle Bowles
Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full,
Upon the rich creation, shadowed so
