All Poems
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Ballade Of The Summer Term
© Andrew Lang
Reformers of Schools and of States,
Is mirth so tremendous a crime?
Ah! spare what grim pedantry hates -
Sweet hours and the fleetest of time!
Of The Love Of Christ
© John Bunyan
The love of Christ, poor I! may touch upon;
But 'tis unsearchable. O! there is none
The Old Retired Sea Captain
© James Whitcomb Riley
The old sea captain has sailed the seas
So long, that the waves at mirth,
Bamborough Castle
© William Lisle Bowles
Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,
Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,
Anywhere Out of the World
© Charles Baudelaire
Life is a hospital where every patient is obsessed by the desire of changing beds. One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is sure he would get well beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one that I am eternally discussing with my soul.
In A Copy Of Omar Khayyam
© James Russell Lowell
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
The diver Omar plucked them from their bed,
Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.
Intermezzo No. 55
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Often when two are parting,
Each grasps a hand as friend;
And then begins a weeping
And a sighing without end.
Literary Mother
© Edgar Albert Guest
HUSH, little ones don't make a noise
Pick up your dolls and pick up your toys,
Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Lord, let me not thy courts depart,
Nor quit thy mercy-seat,
Before I feel thee in my heart,
And there the Saviour meet.
Yellow Crane Tower
© Mao Zedong
Wide, wide flow the nine streams through the land,
Dark, dark threads the line from south to north.
Wild Asters
© Sara Teasdale
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
A Christmas Folk-Song
© Lizette Woodworth Reese
The little Jesus came to town;
The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
Out in the street the wind was bold;
Now who would house Him from the cold?
On The Death of The Rev'd Dr. Sewall
© Phillis Wheatley
Now this faint Semblance of his life complete
He is, thro' Jesus, made divinely great
And left a glorious pattern to repeat
La Chevelure (Her Hair)
© Charles Baudelaire
Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!
Sonnet 13
© Richard Barnfield
Speake Eccho, tell; how may I call my loue? Love.
But how his Lamps that are so christaline? Eyne.
Discipline in Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
We welcome folks in Cactus Center if they've got an honest lay;
If their game ain't too durn crooked, we never stop the play;
Praise Of A Rabbit-Catcher
© Confucius
Careful he sets his rabbit-nets all round;
_Chang-chang_ his blows upon the pegs resound.
Stalwart the man and bold! his bearing all
Shows he might be his prince's shield and wall.
