All Poems
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Little Nell's Funeral
© Charles Dickens
And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.
Recreation
© Jane Taylor
At last the tea came up, and so,
With that, our tongues began to go.
Now, in that house, you're sure of knowing
The smallest scrap of news that's going ;
We find it there the wisest way
To take some care of what we say.
I Caught A Little Ladybird
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I caught a little ladybird
That flies far away;
Avis
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I MAY not rightly call thy name,
Alas! thy forehead never knew
The kiss that happier children claim,
Nor glistened with baptismal dew.
Thy Ship
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored
The priceless riches of all climes and lands,
At Evening Time There Shall Be Light
© Edith Nesbit
THE day was wild with wind and rain,
One grey wrapped sky and sea and shore,
The Sixth Sense
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
After we've suffered under yoke her own.
Sonnets Are Full Of Love
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night
© William Wordsworth
'Night Speaks'
GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;
More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,
On me can Time no happier state bestow
To Mary Field French
© Eugene Field
A dying mother gave to you
Her child a many years ago;
How in your gracious love he grew,
You know, dear, patient heart, you know.
Song of the Shingle-Splitters
© Henry Kendall
IN dark wild woods, where the lone owl broods
And the dingoes nightly yell
When We're All Alike
© Edgar Albert Guest
I've trudged life's highway up and down;
I've watched the lines of men march by;
Alice Fell, Or Poverty
© William Wordsworth
THE post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;
When, as we hurried on, my ear
Was smitten with a startling sound.
Song
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
If I had only loved your flesh
And careless damned your soul to Hell,
I might have laughed and loved afresh,
And loved as lightly and as well,
And little more to tell.
Love Sonnet XLIX
© Zora Bernice May Cross
And when from there I come to you, love-swift,
My mouth hot-edged with kisses fresh as wine,
Often I find your longings all asleep
And unresponsive from my grasp you drift.
Ah, Love, you, too, seek solitude like mine,
And soul from soul the secret seems to keep.
The Duell
© Richard Lovelace
Love drunk, the other day, knockt at my brest,
But I, alas! was not within.
My man, my ear, told me he came t' attest,
That without cause h'd boxed him,
And battered the windows of mine eyes,
And took my heart for one of's nunneries.
Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana
© Eli Siegel
Quiet and green was the grass of the field,
The sky was whole in brightness,
Portrait of my Father as a Young Man
© Rainer Maria Rilke
In the eyes: dream. The brow as if it could feel
something far off. Around the lips, a great
Do You Think That I Do Not Know?
© Henry Lawson
They say that I never have written of love,
As a writer of songs should do;
