All Poems
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If Thou Wilt Ease Thine Heart
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love, and all its smart,-
Don Juan: Canto The First
© George Gordon Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Dirge Over A Nameless Grave
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By yon still river, where the wave
Is winding slow at evening's close,
The beech, upon a nameless grave,
Its sadly-moving shadow throws.
The Waking Year
© Emily Dickinson
A Lady redamid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
Cornelias Jewels
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Among the haughtiest of her sex, in noble, quiet pride,
Cornelia stood, with mien that seemed their folly vain to chide:
No jewels sparkled on her brow, so high, so purely fair,
No gems were mingled mid her waves of dark and glossy hair;
And yet was she, amidst them all, despite their dazzling mien,
A woman in her gentle gracein majesty a queen.
Bedtime
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's bedtime, and we lock the door,
Put out the lights--the day is o'er;
All that can come of good or ill,
The record of this day to fill,
Is written down; the worries cease,
And old and young may rest in peace.
The Messenger-Bird
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou art come from the spirits' land, thou bird!
Thou art come from the spirits' land!
Through the dark pine-grove let thy voice be heard,
And tell of the shadowy band!
The Shadow Of Dawn
© William Ernest Henley
The shadow of Dawn;
Stillness and stars and over-mastering dreams
Of Life and Death and Sleep;
Heard over gleaming flats, the old, unchanging sound
Of the old, unchanging Sea.
Her Likeness
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A GIRL, who has so many wilful ways
She would have caused Job's patience to forsake him;
Yet is so rich in all that's girlhood's praise,
Did Job himself upon her goodness gaze,
A little better she would surely make him.
Upon the death of my ever desired friend Doctor Donne Dean of Pauls
© Henry King
To have liv'd eminent in a degreee
Beyond our lofty'st flights, that is like thee;
Or t'have had too much merit is not safe;
For such excesses find no Epitaph.
My Heart Thy Lark
© George MacDonald
Why dost thou want to sing
When thou hast no song, my heart?
If there be in thee a hidden spring,
Wherefore will no word start?
LA PORTERIA DER CONVENTO (The Monastery's Porter)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Dico: "Se pò pparlà cor padr'Ilario?"
Dice: "Per oggi no, perché confessa". -
"E doppo confessato?" - "Ha da dì messa". -
"E doppo detto messa?" - "Cià er breviario".
The Loss Is Not So Great
© Edgar Albert Guest
It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;
Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deep
I can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet to-morrow's men
Unashamed to face their gaze as I go to work again.
Winds Of Wrath
© Gamaliel Bradford
Silly little bird,
Singing of its love,
Sang and never heard
Winds of wrath above.
Gaita Galaica (Bagpipes of Spain)
© Rubén Dario
Gaita galaica, que sabes cantar
lo que profundo y dulce nos es.
Dices de amor, y dices después
de un amargor como el de la mar.
Amour secret
© Victor Marie Hugo
Ô toi d'où me vient ma pensée,
Sois fière devant le Seigneur !
Relève ta tête abaissée,
Ô toi d'où me vient mon bonheur !
To Boris Pasternak
© Anna Akhmatova
It ceased the voice, inimitable here,
The peer of groves left forever us,
He changed himself into eternal ear...
Into the rain, of that sang more than once.
The Dark One Is Krishna
© Mirabai
Mira says: Dark One,
I've waited--
it's time to take my songs
into the street.
