All Poems
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Sonnet To Spenser
© John Keats
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,
A forester deep in thy midmost trees,
Did last eve ask my promise to refine
Some English that might strive thine ear to please.
Hermann and Thusnelda
© Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock
Ha! there comes he, with sweat, with blood of Romans,
And with dust of the fight all stained! O, never
Saw I Hermann so lovely!
Never such fire in his eyes!
Written For One In Sore Pain
© George MacDonald
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,
Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!
Scarce the track I stumbling keep!
Through my thin fleece blows the wind!
The Loafers' Club
© Anonymous
A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion;
From Melbourne to the Billabong they're known in every region.
They do not like the cockatoos, but mostly stick to stations,
Where they keep themselves from starving by cadging shepherd's rations.
Seasons
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh the cheerful Budding-time!
When thorn-hedges turn to green,
Philip Massinger: V
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
CLOUDS here and there arisen an hour past noon
Chequered our English heaven with lengthening bars
What shall it profit?
© William Dean Howells
IF I lay waste and wither up with doubt
The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith
California's Greeting To Seward
© Francis Bret Harte
We know him well: no need of praise
Or bonfire from the windy hill
To light to softer paths and ways
The world-worn man we honor still.
A Spring Sonnet
© Arthur Henry Adams
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Olympus
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Through female subtlety intense,
Or the good luck of innocence,
Songs with Preludes: Wedlock
© Jean Ingelow
The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,
“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wife
Only this year?” The casement stood ajar:
I did but lift my head: The pear-tree dropped,
The great white pear-tree dropped with dew from leaves
And blossom, under heavens of happy blue.
Oh Lady, Let the Sad Tears Fall
© Adelaide Crapsey
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall
To speak thy pain,
London Excursion
© John Gould Fletcher
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
Housetops keep at a distance.
The Restoration Of The Royal Family
© John Keble
As when the Paschal week is o'er,
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more
The breath of sacred song,
But by the rising Saviour's light
Awakened soars in airy flight,
Or deepening rolls along;
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
© Pablo Neruda
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
A Reading Of Life--With The Huntress
© George Meredith
Through the water-eye of night,
Midway between eve and dawn,
The Dead
© Leon Gellert
These there were, who lost their everything.
Gave all! And left the earth a vaster sphere
