All Poems
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Twardowski's Wife
© Adam Mickiewicz
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,
Reverly and wild to-do -
They shake the inn from floor to rafter
With huzzahing and halloo.
Kepler's Apostrophe
© James Joseph Sylvester
Yes! on the annals of my race,
In characters of flame,
Which time shall dim not nor deface,
I'll stamp, my deathless name.
The Wolf And Shepherds. A Fable
© James Beattie
Laws, as we read in ancient sages,
Have been like cobwebs in all ages:
Cobwebs for little flies are spread,
And laws for little folks are made;
An Exile's Song
© Robert Fuller Murray
My soul is like a prisoned lark,
That sings and dreams of liberty,
The nights are long, the days are dark,
Away from home, away from thee!
The Innkeepers Wife
© Clive Sansom
Well, I must go in. There are meals to serve.
Join us there, Carpenter, when youve had enough
Of cattle-company. The world is a sad place,
But wine and music blunt the truth of it.
Poor Withered Rose
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Poor withered rose, she gave it me,
Half in revenge and half in glee;
Its petals not so pink by half
As are her lips when curled to laugh,
As are her cheeks when dimples gay
In merry mischief o'er them play.
On The Infancy Of Our Savior
© Francis Quarles
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,
Blest above all that sprang from human race,
"I saw a flight of sparrows through the air"
© Lesbia Harford
I saw a flight of sparrows through the air.
Oh, let us rise
Out of the weaknesses of our despair
To burning skies.
True Friendship
© George Moses Horton
Friendship, thou balm for ev'ry ill,
I must aspire to thee;
Whose breezes bid the heart be still,
And render sweet the patient's pill,
And set the pris'ner free.
A Poem On The Last Day - Book I
© Edward Young
When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.
Lovely And Lifelike
© Paul Eluard
A face at the end of the day
A cradle in days dead leaves
A bouquet of naked rain
Every ray of sun hidden
Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert
© William Cowper
The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.
Tarafa
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The tent lines these of Kháula in stone--stricken Tháhmadi.
See where the fire has touched them, dyed dark as the hands of her.
'Twas here thy friends consoled thee that day with thee comforting,
cried; Not of grief, thou faint--heart! Men die not thus easily.
A Christmas Carol
© James Russell Lowell
'What means this glory round our feet,'
The Magi mused, 'more bright than morn?'
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
'To-day the Prince of Peace is born!'
After The French Liberation Of Italy
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AS when the last of the paid joys of love
Has come and gone; and with a single kiss
The Awakening
© Enid Derham
The Soul, of late a lovely sleeping child,
Spreads sudden wings and stands in radiant guise,
Schnitzerls Philosopede
© Charles Godfrey Leland
I. PROLOGUE.
HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede,
Von of de pullyest kind;
It vent mitout a vheel in front,
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II
© Mathilde Blind
I.
THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breast
Continued - II
© George Meredith
Oracle of the market! thence you drew
The taste which stamped you guide of the inept. -
