All Poems
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Three Friends
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Of all the blessings which my life has known,
I value most, and most praise God for three:
Under Sentence
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.
OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!
What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!
It hath no meaning to mine ear.
The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The wind has such a rainy sound
Moaning through the town,
A Margarita Debayle (To Margarita Debayle)
© Rubén Dario
"Éste era un rey que tenía
un palacio de diamantes,
una tienda hecha del día
y un rebaño de elefantes.
In September
© Roderic Quinn
IN wood-hollows mate the swallows,
On the house-tops sparrows marry;
Where's the laggard that would tarry
When the Spring is up and doing,
Fame _vs._ Riches
© Eugene Field
The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift
The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;
The boon of Fame they made their aim
And prized above all worldly treasure.
The Edge Of Town
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
And many a one of the wights that roam,
Has stopped at my house and found a home:
And many a tale of these outland folk
Has furnished a tang to the evening smoke,
While the stars shone down on our dwelling-place,
And the moon peered in at a dusky face.
The Avenue Of The Allies
© Alfred Noyes
This is the song of the wind as it came
Tossing the flags of the nations to flame:
A Rainy Day In Camp
© William Henry Drummond
A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer,
As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead,
How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir,
That its dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed."
Real Singing
© Edgar Albert Guest
You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs,
And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears;
But there isn't any music that such wondrous joy can bring
Like the concert when the kiddies and their mother start to sing.
The Enemies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I could have sung as sweet as any lark
Who in unfettered skies doth find him blest,
And sings to leaning angels prayer and praise,
For in God's garden the most lowly nest.
Before We Were Married
© Henry Lawson
BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.
Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;
Swag and bag and billy carried all our care
Before we were married, and I wish that I were there.
To Nimue
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I had clean forgotten all, her face who had caused my trouble.
Gone was she as a cloud, as a bird which passed in the wind, as a glittering stream--borne bubble,
As a shadow set by a ship on the sea, where the sail looks down on its double.
The Caffer Commando
© Thomas Pringle
Hark! - heard ye the signals of triumph afar?
'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war:
Ecco Mormorar L'onde (Now The Waves Murmur)
© Torquato Tasso
Ecco mormorar l'onde,
E tremolar le fronde
Yarrow Revisited
© William Wordsworth
. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"
