All Poems
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The Burnt Offering
© George MacDonald
Thrice-happy he whose heart, each new-born night,
When old-worn day hath vanished o'er earth's brim,
Last Night the Wind and Rain Together Blew
© Li Yu
Last night the wind and rain together blew,
The wall-curtains rustled in their autumn song.
A Panegyric
© Edmund Waller
While with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;
Doctor Rabelais
© Eugene Field
Once -- it was many years ago.
In early wedded life,
Ere yet my loved one had become
A very knowing wife,
Sweet
© George Herbert
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky--
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
'On the Summit of Mt. Clarence'
© Henry Lawson
On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the air
Stands a tall and naked flagstaff, relic of the Russian scare
Russian scare that scares no longer, for the cry is All is well
Yet the flagstaff still is standing like a lonely sentinel.
And it watches through the seasonswinters cold and summers heat,
Watches seaward, watches ever for the phantom Russian fleet.
In The Dead Of Night
© Sugawara Takesue no Musume
In the dead of night, moon-gazing,
The thought of the deep mountain affrighted,
Yet longings for the mountain village
At all other moments filled my heart.
The Dead. (From The German Of Stockmann)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How they so softly rest,
All they the holy ones,
Tidings
© Lola Ridge
Censored lies that mimic truth…
Censored truth as pale as fear…
My heart is like a rousing bell -
And but the dead to hear…
Living Flowers
© Edgar Albert Guest
"I'm never alone in the garden," he said. "I'm
never alone with the flowers.
Shakuntala Act II
© Kalidasa
ACT II
SCENE A PLAIN, with royal pavilions on the skirt of the forest.
The Laplander To His Rein-Deer
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
HOW long, oh, my faithful companion and guide!
Thou hast wafted o'er deserts my car!
How oft, oh, my rein-deer! thy speed has been tried,
O'er mountains unknown and afar!
O For A Soul
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O for a soul surrendered of all guile!
A plain white soul with nothing on it writ,
No creed of mockery to make men smile,
No boast of wisdom travestied as wit;
The Birds Of Passage
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing!
Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring?
–"We come from the shores of the green old Nile,
From the land where the roses of Sharon smile,
From the palms that wave thro' the Indian sky,
From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby.
Departure
© Arthur Rimbaud
Everything had
The far sound of cities, in the evening,
In sunlight, and always.
Monody On The Death Of Wendell Phillips
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ever he faced the storm!
No weaver of rare romance,
No patient framer of laws,
No maker of wondrous rhyme,
No bookman wrapt in his dream.
Solivitur Acris Hiemps
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
My Juggins, see: the pasture green,
Obeying Nature's kindly law,
Summer Streams
© Bliss William Carman
ALL day long beneath the sun
Shining through the fields they run,
Singing in a cadence known
To the seraphs round the throne.
