All Poems
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Courage
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is a courage, a majestic thing
That springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,
Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,
And all the threatening future yet may bring;
The Dead Look
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LO! in its still, soft-shrouded place,
The pathos of a death-pale face!
I view the marks of mortal care
Time's hopeless sorrows branded there.
Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
© Francis Beaumont
The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring
To absent friends (because the self-same thing
Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Three things there be that prosper up apace
And flourish, whilst they grow asunder far,
Winter Days
© Henry Abbey
Now comes the graybeard of the north:
The forests bare their rugged breasts
Lines For An Album
© James Whitcomb Riley
I would not trace the hackneyed phrase
Of shallow words and empty praise,
Kindness
© Edgar Albert Guest
One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes;
One never sees
How far a smile of friendship flees.
Down, through the years,
The deed forgotten reappears.
Pity
© William Barnes
Good Meäster Collins! aye, how mild he spoke
Woone day o' Mercy to zome cruel vo'k.
To Albius Tibullus
© Eugene Field
Not to lament that rival flame
Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,
Nor waste your time in maudlin rhyme,
How many a modern instance warns you!
Trouble In De Kitchen
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
DEY was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot;
De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot.
Baby's Birthday
© Edith Nesbit
BEFORE your life that is to come,
Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly
Seek to discern what gift may fit
The slow unfolding years of it;
And still Time's lips are sealed and dumb,
And still Love sees no future plainly.
By Her White Bed
© James Whitcomb Riley
By her white bed I muse a little space:
She fell asleep--not very long ago,--
Redbirds
© Sara Teasdale
REDBIRDS, redbirds,
Long and long ago,
What a honey-call you had
In hills I used to know;
Edwin and Angela, A Ballad
© Oliver Goldsmith
'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.
I Saw Thee Weep
© George Gordon Byron
I saw thee weep--the big bright tear
Came o'er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
Sleeping And Waking
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
I Had a dream-I lay upon thy breast,
In that sweet place where we lay long ago:
I thought the morning woodbine to and fro
With playful shadows whipped away my rest,
And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest,
The Wreck of the Whaler 'Oscar'
© William Topaz McGonagall
'Twas on the 1st of April, and in the year of Eighteen thirteen,
That the whaler "Oscar" was wrecked not far from Aberdeen;
'Twas all on a sudden the wind arose, and a terrific blast it blew,
And the "Oscar" was lost, and forty-two of a gallant crew.
