All Poems
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Sonnet, To Genevra
© George Gordon Byron
Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair,
And the wan lustre of thy features caught
From contemplation-where serenely wrought,
Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its despair--
My Idle Dreams Roam Far
© Li Yu
My idle dreams roam far,
To the southern land where spring is fragrant.
Haroun Al Raschid. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:-
Galileo
© George MacDonald
"And yet it moves!" Ah, Truth, where wert thou then
When all for thee they racked each piteous limb?
Threnos
© Ezra Pound
No more desire flayeth me,
No more for us the trembling
At the meeting of hands.
"Trail all your pikes..."
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum,
March in a slow procession from afar,
The Sister
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
WHAT is balm for a soul distressed, O! sailor tell to me ?
A good ship in a fighting wind glad of an angry sea.
The leaping timbers 'neath your feet, the salt upon your cheek,
Never soul could mourn, my sister, O! never heart could break."
The Tide River
© Charles Kingsley
Clear and cool, clear and cool,
By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;
Juvenilia, An OdeTo Natural Beauty
© Alan Seeger
There is a power whose inspiration fills
Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
The Skies Are Strown With Stars
© William Ernest Henley
The skies are strown with stars,
The streets are fresh with dew
A thin moon drifts to westward,
The night is hushed and cheerful.
My thought is quick with you.
The Apparition
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Gentle angel with your mantle,
All of tender green,
I was yearning for a vision
Of the life unseen.
Lillie of the Snowstorm
© Henry Clay Work
To his home, his once white, once lov'd cottage,
Late at night, a poor inebriate came;
I: In A Great House By The Sea I Sat
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
In a great house by the wide Sea I sat,
And down slow fleets and waves that never cease
QurbatooN mein bhi
© Ahmad Faraz
qurbatooN mein bhi juda'ee ke zamaanay maaNge
dil wo be-mehr keh roonay ke bahaanay maaNge
Phillis 02
© Thomas Lodge
LOVE guards the roses of thy lips
And flies about them like a bee;
If I approach he forward skips,
And if I kiss he stingeth me.
Song of Unending Sorrow.
© Bai Juyi
China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire,
Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding,
Antony Villa
© Henry Lawson
And the daughters of the Vardensthey are beautiful as Graces
But the balconys deserted, and they rarely show their faces;
And the swells of their acquaintance never seem to venture near them,
And the bailiff says they seldom have a cup of tea to cheer them.
With Three Flowers
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Herewith I send you three pressed withered flowers:
This one was white, with golden star; this, blue
Macaw and Little Miss
© Ted Hughes
In a cage of wire-ribs
The size of a man's head, the macaw bristles in a staring
