All Poems
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Uses
© Edith Wharton
AH, from the niggard tree of Time
How quickly fall the hours!
It needs no touch of wind or rime
To loose such facile flowers.
My Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
I wonder where's a better job than buying cake and meat,
And chocolate drops and sugar buns for little folks to eat?
And who has every day to face a finer round of care
Than buying frills and furbelows for little folks to wear?
A Song Of The Princess
© Sara Teasdale
The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
In Snow-Time
© Duncan Campbell Scott
But here a peace deeper than peace is furled,
Enshrined and chaliced from the changeful hour;
The snow is still, yet lives in its own light.
Here is the peace which brooded day and night,
Before the heart of man with its wild power
Had ever spurned or trampled the great world.
Lavinia
© James Thomson
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;
And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:
For, in her helpless years deprived of all,
Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven,
Raising The Dead
© John Kenyon
We all have heard, and marvelled as we heard,
Of seers, who have raised the Dead from out their tombs,
To a Friend
© William Shenstone
Have you ne'er seen, my gentle Squire!
The humours of your kitchen fire?
That Holy Thing
© George MacDonald
They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes, and lift them high:
Thou cam'st a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.
A Lament For S. B. Pat Paw
© Louisa May Alcott
We mourn the loss of our little pet,
And sigh o'er her hapless fate,
For never more by the fire she'll sit,
Nor play by the old green gate.
The Red Mist
© Roderic Quinn
SHE thinks aloud as she sits alone,
And the magpies call in the evening grey
Oh, sorrow to her with the heart of stone
Who stole my lover away, away!
In The Cottage
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The little children wept and wailed;
Heart-rending were the tears they shed.
Mamma, mamma, we want our food!
Get up, mamma, and give us bread!
The Lonely Old Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
The roses are bedded for winter, the tulips are planted for spring;
The robins and martins have left us; there are only the sparrows to sing.
Rubaiyat 39
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
With good company and harp and reed
In a corner, jug of wine and time to heed,
The warmth of wine runs through my veins,
Why should I succumb to my greed?
Idyll XV. The Festival of Adonis
© Theocritus
PRAXINOAe.
Yes, Gorgo dear! At last!
That you're here now's a marvel! See to a chair,
A cushion, Eunoae!
The Freed Islands
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A FEW brief years have passed away
Since Britain drove her million slaves
Beneath the tropic's fiery ray:
God willed their freedom; and to-day
A Temple to Friendship
© Thomas Moore
"A temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted,
"I'll build in this garden,--the thought is divine!"
Her temple as built, and she now only wanted
An image of Friendship to place on the shrine.
Album Verses
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother,
The stars and flowers, the poets say,
Agreed with one another.
Ignis Fatuus
© Allen Tate
In the twilight of my audacity
I saw you flee the world, the burnt highways
Of summer gave up their light: I
Followed you with the uncommon span
Of fear-supported and disbursed eyes.
The Master
© Oscar Wilde
Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,
having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into
the valley. For he had business in his own home.
Marching (As Seen From the Left File)
© Isaac Rosenberg
My eyes catch ruddy necks
Sturdily pressed back -
