All Poems
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The Shepherd's Resolution
© Franklin Pierce Adams
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
The Wind At Night
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black
Sweeps past my windows,
Coming and going with invisible track
As death or sin does,--
A Fairy Tale
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
All things grew upwards, foul and fair:
The great trees fought and beat the air
With monstrous wings that would have flown;
But the old earth clung to her own,
Holding them back from heavenly wars,
Though every flower sprang at the stars.
Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802
© William Wordsworth
JONES! as from Calais southward you and I
Went pacing side by side, this public Way
Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day,
When faith was pledged to new-born Liberty:
Shrine Of The Virgin - Part I
© John Kenyon
"The traveller, who hears that vesper-bell,
Howe'er employed, must send a prayer to heaven
Growing Down
© Edgar Albert Guest
Time was I thought of growing up,
But that was ere the babies came;
Ode to Marie-Anne-Charlotte Corday
© André Marie de Chénier
Le noir serpent, sorti de sa caverne impure,
A donc vu rompre enfin sous ta main ferme et sûre
le venimeux tissu de ses jours abhorrés!
Aux entrailles du tigre, à ses dents homicides,
Tu vins demander et les membres livides
Et le sang des humains qu'il avait dévorés!
Waiting and Wishing
© Henry Kendall
I loiter by this surging sea,
Here, by this surging, sooming sea,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Student's Tale; The Falcon of Ser Federigo
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Who is thy mother, my fair boy?" he said,
His hand laid softly on that shining head.
"Monna Giovanna. Will you let me stay
A little while, and with your falcon play?
We live there, just beyond your garden wall,
In the great house behind the poplars tall."
Langueur
© Paul Verlaine
I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,--the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.
"Thou That Know'st for Whom I Mourn"
© Henry Vaughan
THOU that know'st for whom I mourn,
And why these tears appear,
In The Dark
© James Whitcomb Riley
O in the depths of midnight
What fancies haunt the brain!
When even the sigh of the sleeper
Sounds like a sob of pain.
The Valley Of Anostan
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AN Orient legend, which hath all the light
And fragrance of the asphodels of heaven,
Smiles on us from old Ælian's mellowed page;
And thus it runs, smooth as the stream of joy
After Bank Holiday
© Elizabeth Daryush
Now deserted are the roads
Where awhile the lovers went;
Vacant are the field-abodes
Where a vivid hour they spent:
Solemn dark
Broods again in lane and park.
To The Summer Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A sultry perfume of voluptuous June
Enchants the air still breathing of warm day;
But now the impassioned Night draws over, soon
To fold me, in this high hollow, quite away
Shameful Death
© William Morris
There were four of us about that bed;
The mass-priest knelt at the side,
I and his mother stood at the head,
Over his feet lay the bride;
We were quite sure that he was dead,
Though his eyes were open wide.
The Approach
© Robert Nichols
In my tired, helpless body
I feel my sunk heart ache;
But suddenly, loudly
The far, the great guns shake.
Charity
© Charles Lamb
O why your good deeds with such pride do you scan,
And why that self-satisfied smile
At the shilling you gave to the poor working man,
That lifted you over the stile?
