All Poems
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To The Enemy Complaining
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of scruple; avow
The blow, planned with such patience, that you deal
So terribly; hack on, and care not how
The innocent fall; live out your faith of steel.
Changed
© Charles Stuart Calverley
I know not why my soul is rack'd:
Why I ne'er smile as was my wont:
Of Woman's Love.
© Robert Crawford
Of all the loves the heart can hold
The love of woman's first;
It was this one love that we had
Or e'er the world was cursed.
The Exiles Desire
© Victor Marie Hugo
Would I could see you, native land,
Where lilacs and the almond stand
Behind fields flowering to the strand--
But no!
The Dawn of God's Sabbath
© Ada Cambridge
The dawn of Gods dear Sabbath
Breaks oer the earth again,
Father William
© James Whitcomb Riley
"You are old, Father William, and though one would think
All the veins in your body were dry,
Yet the end of your nose is red as a pink;
I beg your indulgence, but why?"
"I Am The Way"
© Alice Meynell
Thou art the Way.
Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal,
I cannot say
If Thou hadst ever met my soul.
An Officer Tells Of His Mean Employment
© Confucius
With mind indifferent, things I easy take;
In every dance I prompt appearance make:--
Then, when the sun is at his topmost height,
There, in the place that courts the public sight.
The Poet's Metamorphosis
© Eugene Field
Maecenas, I propose to fly
To realms beyond these human portals;
No common things shall be my wings,
But such as sprout upon immortals.
Thoughts
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Sweet are the thoughts that haunt the poets brain
Like rainbow-fringed clouds, through which some star
Catherine Helen Spence
© Anonymous
There was a Grand Dame of Australia
Who proved the block system a failure.
She taught creatures in coats
What to do with their votes,
This Effective Grand Dame of Australia!
A Goblin Christmas
© Anonymous
The windows rattled, the moonbeams tattled
A tale so strange and queer.
They told how at night, in dire affright
The Moon had hid in fear.
The Hot Season
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
But soon the people could not bear
The slightest hint of fire;
Allusions to caloric drew
A flood of savage ire;
Silent Camp
© Jessie Pope
In heaven, a pale uncertain star,
Through sullen vapour peeps,
On earth, extended wide and far,
In all the symmetry of war,
A weary army sleeps.
Book Of Parables - It Is Good
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eve near him,--she, too, fell asleep.
There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.--
When this He saw, He cried:--'Tis Good!!!
And scarce could move from where He stood.
