All Poems
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We've Had A Letter From The Boy
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've had a letter from the boy,
And oh, the gladness and the joy
Grey Twilight
© Arthur Symons
Such a quietude
As fire might drowse to, when its ashes burn.
It was the slumber of a violent life,
It filled me with the peace of energy.
Sonnet XV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WHERE the green leaves exclude the summer beam,
And softly bend as balmy breezes blow,
And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid stream
Across the fretted rock is heard to flow,
The Battle Of The Lake Regillus
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the City CCCCLI.
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Thoughts At A Vestibule
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Heavenly thunder doesn't frighten you,
Earthly thunders you hold in your hands
That is why these unknown men must carry
Grief disconsolate within their hearts.
Laurance - [Part 3]
© Jean Ingelow
But when that other heard, "It is the end,"
His heart was sick, and he, as by a power
Far stronger than himself, was driven to her.
Reason rebelled against it, but his will
Required it of him with a craving strong
As life, and passionate though hopeless pain.
The Old School List
© James Kenneth Stephen
In a wild moraine of forgotten books,
On the glacier of years gone by,
As I plied my rake for order's sake,
There was one that caught my eye:
An Autumn Picture
© Alfred Austin
Now round red roofs stand russet stacks arow:
Homeward from gleaning in the stubbly wheat,
The Current Of Time's River
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
The current of time's river
Will carry off all human deeds
And sink into oblivion
All peoples, kingdoms and their kings.
The Idumean Cantos 1-12
© Basilio Ponce de Leon
Along the bridge corpulence
In the form of great pigs
Hopping on pogo-sticks
Is headed for their own
Pilgrimage down Southward.
The Alchemy
© Arthur Symons
No, we are strangers yet,
The divine alchemy
Not yet, or vainly, has set
Our longing currents free.
The Emulation
© Sarah Fyge
Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obey
The impositions of thy haughty Sway;
The Faithful Friend
© Caroline Norton
O, FRIEND! whose heart the grave doth shroud from human joy or woe,
Know'st thou who wanders by thy tomb, with footsteps sad and slow?
Know'st thou whose brow is dark with grief? whose eyes are dim with tears?
Whose restless soul is sinking with its agony of fears?
Whose hope hath fail'd, whose star hath sunk, whose firmest trust deceived,
Since, leaning on thy faithful breast, he loved and believed?
Autumnal
© Katharine Tynan
THE Autumn leaves are dying quietly,
Scarlet and orange, underfoot they lie;
They had their youth and prime
And now's the dying time;
Alas, alas, the young, the beloved, must die!
Sonnet XXXII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When I have sense of what to sense appears,
Sense is sense ere 'tis mine or mine in me is.
"As a White Stone..."
© Anna Akhmatova
As a white stone in the well's cool deepness,
There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.
I am not able and don't want to miss this:
It is my torture and my utter gladness.
O Lord! in me there lieth naught
© Mary Sidney Herbert
O Lord! in me there lieth naught
But to thy search revealed lies;
