All Poems
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My Lady
© Robert Fuller Murray
My Lady of all ladies! Queen by right
Of tender beauty; full of gentle moods;
With eyes that look divine beatitudes,
Large eyes illumined with her spirit's light;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
She saw me in an instant, and stopped short
With a sudden change of look from fierce to gay.
Her black eyes gleamed with triumph as they caught,
Like some wild bird of chase, their natural prey.
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Sparta
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Sparta,
Who had twenty-one sons and one 'darter';
He fed them on snails,
And weighed them in scales,
That wonderful Person of Sparta.
Sonnet II
© Caroline Norton
RAPHAEL.
BLESS'D wert thou, whom Death, and not Decay,
Bore from the world on swift and shadowy wings,
Ere age or weakness dimm'd one brilliant ray
The Road Menders
© Robert Laurence Binyon
How solitary gleams the lamplit street
Waiting the far--off morn!
How softly from the unresting city blows
The murmur borne
Die beiden Nachtigallen -- With English translation
© Ludwig Bechstein
Zwei Nachtigallen sangen
In einem Gartenraum,
Auf hoher Tanne die eine,
Die and're auf blühendem Baum.
A Poet's Epitaph
© William Wordsworth
Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
-First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.
Red Ribbon
© Julia A Moore
The Red Ribbon is all the go;
It's the temperance sign, you know;
It is seen wherever you go,
On men who dare do right.
The Flower Of The Tropics
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waist
Of the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,
Which heave with the throbbings of life where they're placed,
And glow with the fire of the heart they enfold;
Italy : 17. The Gondola
© Samuel Rogers
Boy, call the Gondola; the sun is set.----
It came, and we embarked; but instantly,
As at the waving of a magic wand,
Though she had stept on board so light of foot,
Alone
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Blessings there are of cradle and of clan,
Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands;
But never blessing full of lives and lands,
Broad as the blessing of a lonely man.
The Storie Of William Canynge
© Thomas Chatterton
ANENT a brooklette as I laie reclynd,
Listeynge to heare the water glyde alonge,
On Spring
© George Moses Horton
Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn!
Ye birds, proclaim the winter's gone,
Ye warbling minstrels sing;
Pour forth your tribute as ye rise,
And thus salute the fragrant skies
The pleasing smiles of Spring.
Song Of Late September
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
IN this irised net I keep
All the moth-winged winds of sleep,
The Good Lord Gave
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The good Lord gave, the Lord has taken from me,
Blessed be His name, His holy will be done
Fragments from 'Genius Lost'
© Charles Harpur
Prelude
I SEE the boy-bard neath lifes morning skies,
While hopes bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faiths cherubic wings around his being beat.
