All Poems
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Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Peace
© James Thomson
O Peace! the fairest child of heaven,
To whom the sylvan reign was given,
From The Venetian Of Buratti
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Pleasant were it, Nina mine!
Could our Hearts, by fairy powers,
Renovate their life divine,
Like the trees and herbs and flowers.
A Last Word
© Madison Julius Cawein
OH, for some cup of consummating might,
Filled with life's kind conclusion, lost in night!
A wine of darkness, that with death shall cure
This sickness called existence! Oh to find
Foxhound Puppies
© William Henry Ogilvie
Great big lolloping lovable things!
Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,
To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy
© James Clerk Maxwell
A paradoxical ode, after Shelley.
Peace On Earth
© William Carlos Williams
The Archer is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven-
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Child in the Orchard
© Edward Thomas
'He rolls in the orchard: he is stained with moss
And with earth, the solitary old white horse.
Where is his father and where is his mother
Among all the brown horses? Has he a brother?
I know the swallow, the hawk, and the hern;
But there are two million things for me to learn.
The Grey Company
© William Henry Ogilvie
Their white and their scarlet are folded away,
The hoofs of their horses are dumb on the hill;
In vain do we look for our comrades to-day,
Yet we know that in spirit they ride with us still.
Pytheas
© Henry Kendall
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea
Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven wreath for thee?
To the Bramble Flower
© Ebenezer Elliott
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows,
Wild bramble of the brake!
The Salt of the Earth
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
IF childhood were not in the world,
But only men and women grown;
No baby-locks in tendrils curled,
No baby-blossoms blown;
Sonnet XV: If That a Loyal Heart
© Samuel Daniel
If that a loyal heart and faith unfeign'd,
If a sweet languish with a chaste desire,
On The Downs
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When you came over the top of the world
In the great day on the Downs,
The air was crisp and the clouds were curled,
When you came over the top of the world,
And under your feet were spire and street
And seven English towns.
At Crown Hill
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leave him here in the fresh
greening grasses and trees
And the symbols of love, and the solace of these-
The saintly white lilies and blossoms he keeps
