All Poems
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Day is dead, and let us sleep
© Augusta Davies Webster
DAY is dead, and let us sleep,
Sleep a while or sleep for aye,
'Twere the best if we unknew
While to-morrow dawned and grew;
I Will Never Love Thee More
© Alaric Alexander Watts
I will never love thee more,
Though I loved thee once so well;
Near Perigord
© Ezra Pound
I
You'd have men's hearts up from the dust
And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,
Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,
Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.
LOTTE A CASA (Lot At Home)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Cor zu' bravo sbordone a manimanca,
Du' pellegrini a or de vemmaria
Cercaveno indov'era l'osteria,
Perc'uno aveva male in d'una cianca.
Merlin's Isle
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O, I went down to Merlin's Isle,
And when that I had found it,
In lands I never sawthey say
© Emily Dickinson
In lands I never sawthey say
Immortal Alps look down
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament
Whose Sandals touch the town
The Departure Of St. Patrick From Scotland
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Twice to your son already has the hand of God been shewn,
Restoring him from alien bonds to be once more your own,
And now it is the self--same hand, dear kinsmen, that to--day
Shall take me for the third time from all I love away.
Pan
© Francis Ledwidge
He knows the safe ways and unsafe
And he will lead the lambs to fold,
Gathering them with his merry pipe,
The gentle and the overbold.
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Bangor
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger!
He tore off his boots,
And subsisted on roots,
That irascible Person of Bangor.
Tardy Spring
© George Meredith
Now the North wind ceases,
The warm South-west awakes;
Swift fly the fleeces,
Thick the blossom-flakes.
Manna To Israel Well Supplied
© John Newton
Manna to Israel well supplied
The want of other bread;
While God is able to provide,
His people shall be fed.
With Stopwatch In Hand
© Karl Kraus
Berlin, 22 September 1916.
On 17 September one of our
submarines sank a fully
loaded enemy troop transport
in the Mediterranean. The
ship went down in 43 seconds.
Fetching The Wounded
© Robert Laurence Binyon
At the road's end glimmer the station lights;
How small beneath the immense hollow of Night's
Lonely and living silence! Air that raced
And tingled on the eyelids as we faced
A Valediction of my Name in the Window
© John Donne
MY name engraved herein
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,
Which ever since that charm hath been
As hard, as that which graved it was ;
Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock
The diamonds of either rock.
The Village Schoolmaster
© Oliver Goldsmith
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
The Morning In The Country
© James Thomson
When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs, in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.
The Fragment
© Hilaire Belloc
Towards the evening of her splendid day
Those who are little children now shall say
(Finding this verse),'Who wrote it, Juliet?'
And Juliet answer gently, 'I forget.'
To A Beautiful Woman
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SURELY, dame Nature made you in some dream
Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright
Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair,
Or Berengaria as she rose, her lips
Yet ruddy from the poison that anoints
Her memory still, the queen of queenly wives.
