All Poems
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Astrophel And Stella-Ninth Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
Go, my flock, go get you hence,
Seek a better place of feeding,
Where you may have some defence
From the storms in my breast breeding,
And showers from my eyes proceeding.
The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!
Shakuntala Act III
© Kalidasa
ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.
La Derniere Robe De Soi
© Edith Nesbit
OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty,
Bought, quite a bargain, in the City,
Your ill-trained soul full false has played me--
No Paris gown would have betrayed me.
In Cypres Springes, Wheras Dame Venus Dwelt
© Henry Howard
In Cypres springes, wheras dame Venus dwelt,
A well so hote that who so tastes the same,
Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem
© Joseph Rodman Drake
It is an eve that drops a heavenly balm,
To lull the feelings to a sober calm,
To bid wild passion's fiery flush depart;
And smooth the troubled waters of the heart;
To give a tranquil fixedness to grief,
A cherished gloom, that wishes not relief.
The Gypsy
© Ezra Pound
That was the top of the walk, when he said:
'Have you seen any others, any of our lot,
On Buddha's deathday
© Matsuo Basho
On Buddha's deathday,
wrinkled tough old hands pray
the prayer beads' sound
The Secret Police
© Ken Smith
They are listening in the wires,
in the walls, under the eaves
in the wings of house martins,
in the ears of old women,
in the mouths of children.
The Death Of Lesbias Sparrow
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Mourn, O you Loves and Cupids
and such of you as love beauty:
my girls sparrow is dead,
sparrow, the girls delight,
The Crucifixion
© Adelaide Crapsey
And the centurion who stood by said:
Truly this was a son of God.
Not long ago but everywhere I go
There is a hill and a black windy sky.
A Mans Wooing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YOU said, last night, you did not think
In all the world of men
Was one true lover--true alike
In deed and word and pen;--
Battlefield
© August Stramm
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
On A Fork of Byron's.
© James Brunton Stephens
LIKE any other fork. No mark you meet with
To point some psychological conceit with.
Bending The Bow
© Robert Duncan
You stand behind the where-I-am.
The deep tones and shadows I will call a woman.
The quick high notes... You are a girl there too,
having something of sister and of wife,
inconsolate,
and I would play Orpheus for you again,
Betrayed
© Edith Nesbit
I WENT back to our home to-day
That still its robe of roses wore;
My feet took the old easy way,
And led me to our door.
To A Fragment Of A Statue Of Hercules ; Commonly Called The Torso
© Samuel Rogers
And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurl'd)
Still sit as on the fragment of a world;
Surviving all, majestic and alone?
