All Poems
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Gabriel's Grub Song
© Charles Dickens
Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
The Virgin
© William Wordsworth
. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied.
"I can't sleep..."
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I cant sleep. Homer, and the taut white sails.
I could the list of ships read only to a half:
The long-long breed, the train of flying cranes
Had lifted once the ancient Greece above.
Handy Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well on a Monday I'll be slingin' hash Tuesday I'll be collectin' trash
And on a Wednesday I might be tendin' bar
Thursday I'll be the guy who parks your car
On a Friday I might be teachin' school a Saturday finds me hustlin' pool
I got a whole lotta talents in demand that's why they call me Handy Man
The Squatter of the Olden Time
© Anonymous
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,
Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,
Who swore by right pre-emptive at a sanguinary rate
That by his rams, his ewes, his lambs, Australia was made great -
Like a fine Australian squatter, one of the olden time.
Of Thy Life, Thomas, This Compass Well Mark
© Henry Howard
Of thy life, Thomas, this compass well mark:
Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,
In A Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
© Robert Wever
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Not so my little sponsor. She, with eyes
Proudly unconscious of my fool's display,
Talked volubly to all and scorned disguise,
While Madame Blanche herself, no less than they,
Sonnet 91: Stella While Now
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, while now by honor's cruel might,
I am from you, light of my life, mis-led,
And that fair you, my Sun, thus overspread
With absence' veil, I live in sorrow's night;
In The Garden At Swainston
© Alfred Tennyson
NIGHTINGALES warbled without,
Within was weeping for thee:
At Last
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
O mother, open the window wide
And let the daylight in;
The hills grow darker to my sight
And thoughts begin to swim.
The Blind Mans Bride
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours
The blind man sought thy love to gain,
They said thy cheek was bright as flowers
Hymn XXIV: Saviour, If Thy Precious Love
© Charles Wesley
Saviour, if thy precious love
Could be merited by mine,
Winter Trees
© Sylvia Plath
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
"From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember"
© Joseph Brodsky
From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember,
dear respectful my darling, doesn't matter
even who, for the face, speaking frankly,
is impossible to remember, not yours, and
