All Poems
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On Reading Shakepeare's Sonnets
© George William Lewis Marshall-Hall
THY verse is like a cool and shady well
Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close
In A Garden
© George Essex Evans
It shall fold you soft as the mist,
Yet stir your heart like the sea,
Till lips that never were kissed
Shall yeld their homage to me.
The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain
© William Wordsworth
THE martial courage of a day is vain,
An empty noise of death the battle's roar,
If vital hope be wanting to restore,
Or fortitude be wanting to sustain,
Thou Who Art Enthroned Above!
© George Sandys
Thou who art enthroned above!
Thou by whom we live and move!
Thee we bless; thy praise be sung,
While an ear can hear a tongue.
A Doset Sale
© William Barnes
_T._ Well here, then, Mister auctioneer,
Be theäse the virs, I bought, out here?
The Discharge
© George Herbert
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know?
Why dost thou prie,
And turn, and leer, and with a licorous eye
Look high and low;
And in thy lookings stretch and grow?
Sonnet VI.
© John Milton
Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante
Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Madonna a voi del mio cuor l'humil dono
Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante
On The Future Of Poetry
© Henry Austin Dobson
Bards of the Future! you that come
With striding march, and roll of drum,
Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been
© Sir Philip Sidney
Doubt there hath been, when with his golden chain
The Orator so far men's hearts doth bind,
That no place else their guided steps can find,
But as he them more short or slack doth rein,
The Songs Of Summer
© Mathilde Blind
The songs of summer are over and past!
The swallow's forsaken the dripping eaves;
Ruined and black 'mid the sodden leaves
The nests are rudely swung in the blast:
And ever the wind like a soul in pain
Knocks and knocks at the window-pane.
Sonnet XIX. The Ladys Sonnet. Twilight.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I KNOW not why I chose to seem so cold
At parting from you; for since you are gone
I see you still I hear each word, each tone;
And what I hid from you I wish were told.
Hop-O'-My-Thumb And Little Jack Horner
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,
What do you mean by tearing and fighting?
Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,
I never caught him growling and biting.
On The Queen's Visit To London, The Night Of The 17th March 1789
© William Cowper
When, long sequestered from his throne,
George took his seat again,
By right of worth, not blood alone
Entitled here to reign;
The Isle Of Voices
© Madison Julius Cawein
The wind blew free that morn that we,
High-hearted, sailed away;
Bound for Favonian islands blest,
Remote within the utmost West,
Beyond the golden day.
The Pure Good of Theory
© Wallace Stevens
It is time that beats in the breast and it is time
That batters against the mind, silent and proud,
The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.
L'ADUCAZZIONE (Education)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Fijo, nun ribbartà mai tata tua:
Abbada a tte, nun te fà mette sotto.
Si quarchiduno te viè a dà un cazzotto,
Lì callo callo tu dajene dua.
Insect.
© Robert Crawford
We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on
As aimless as a mote in the warm air,
Whose senses take the sweetness of the time,
And in a moment let existence go,
Its tiny death-squeak an indefinite thing
Recorded in the general ear of God.
