All Poems
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Where found Love his yesterday?"
© Augusta Davies Webster
WHERE found Love his yesterday?
When is Love's to-morrow? say.
Love has only now.
We can swear it, we who stand
In Love's present, hand in hand,
Thou and I, dear, I and thou.
An Ending
© Arthur Symons
I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe,
My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips;
A Ballad Of Refreshment
© Robert Fuller Murray
The lady stood at the station bar,
(Three currants in a bun)
And oh she was proud, as ladies are.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
The Screech-Owl
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Hearing the strange night-piercing sound
Of woe that strove to sing,
Song.Thou art gone
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Thou art gone, and the brilliant light that shone
In the track of thy way is fled;
And thou leav'st the heart that loved thee alone,
Silent, and cold, and dead!
Ad Finem Fideles
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Far out, far out they lie. Like stricken women weeping,
Eternal vigil keeping with slow and silent tread
The Adirondacs
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wise and polite,--and if I drew
Their several portraits, you would own
Chaucer had no such worthy crew,
Nor Boccace in Decameron.
The Pilgrim Fathers
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;
After A Lecture On Moore
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SHINE soft, ye trembling tears of light
That strew the mourning skies;
Hushed in the silent dews of night
The harp of Erin lies.
In Response
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SUCH kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften,
His pulse beat its way to some eloquent words,
Alas! my poor accents have echoed too often,
Like that Pinafore music you've some of you heard.
The Ancient Banner
© Anonymous
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,
The bosom of his Father, and assumed
Bound
© Aline Murray Kilmer
IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you.
Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
The kiss that I would not give is the kiss that your lips are holding:
Now you are mine forever, because of all I have cost you.
How Many, How Much
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
To Frederick Henry Hedge
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FIT emblem for the altar's side,
And him who serves its daily need,
The stay, the solace, and the guide
Of mortal men, whate'er his creed!
On Visiting The Spot Where Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks First Landed In Botany Bay
© Barron Field
Here fix the tablet. This must be the place
Where our Columbus of the South did land.
Dear Jack
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill,
And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the Hill,
Was once Tommy Tosspot's, as jovial a sot
As e'er drew a spigot, or drain'd a full pot
In drinking all round 'twas his joy to surpass,
And with all merry tipplers he swigg'd off his glass.
Sonnet VII "Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek"
© Henry Timrod
Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheek
Will disappear like dew. Dear God! I know
Hier Au Soir
© Victor Marie Hugo
Hier, le vent du soir, dont le souffle caresse,
Nous apportait l'odeur des fleurs qui s'ouvrent tard ;
La nuit tombait ; l'oiseau dormait dans l'ombre épaisse.
Le printemps embaumait, moins que votre jeunesse ;
Les astres rayonnaient, moins que votre regard.
