All Poems
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Casualty
© William Ernest Henley
As with varnish red and glistening
Dripped his hair; his feet looked rigid;
Raised, he settled stiffly sideways:
You could see his hurts were spinal.
Mira Danced with Ankle Bells
© Mirabai
Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law
Comparison
© William Shenstone
'Tis by comparison we know
On every object to bestow
Its proper share of praise
Did each alike perfection bear,
What beauty, though divinely fair,
Could admiration raise?
The Prairie School
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE sweet west wind, the prairie school a break in the yellow wheat,
The prairie trail that wanders by to the place where the four winds meet--
A trail with never an end at all to the children's eager feet.
Wardour Castle
© William Lisle Bowles
If rich designs of sumptuous art may please,
Or Nature's loftier views, august and old,
The Cow-Puncher's Elegy
© Arthur Chapman
I've ridden nigh a thousand leagues upon two bands of steel,
And it takes a grizzled Westerner to know just how I feel;
The Hunter
© Edgar Albert Guest
Cheek that is tanned to the wind of the north.
Body that jests at the bite of the cold,
Water-Party On The Beaulieu River, In The New Forest
© William Lisle Bowles
I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dream
That leads with illusion the senses astray,
And I sighed with delight as we stole down the stream,
While the sun, as he smiled on our sail, seemed to say,
Rejoice in my light, ere it fade fast away!
A Prayer Of Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Move onward, Time, and bring us sooner free
From this self--clouding turmoil where we ply
On others' errands driven continually:
O lead us to our own souls, ere we die!
Coming Home
© Augusta Davies Webster
Anyhow
I've poetry and music too to-day
in the very clatter: it goes "Home, home, home."
My Heart's Song
© Aleksis Kivi
Grove of Tuoni, grove of evening,
There a sandy cradle is waiting,
There I will carry my child.
The Hero -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Just suppose for once -
I was travelling with my mother
Maidens Dancing In Moonlight
© Sappho
Then, as the broad moon rose on high,
The maidens stood the altar nigh;
And some in graceful measure
The well-loved spot danced round,
With lightsome footsteps treading
The soft and grassy ground.
Ode for an Agricultural Celebration
© William Cullen Bryant
Far back in the ages,
The plough with wreaths was crowned;
The hands of kings and sages
Entwined the chaplet round;
Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze
Waiting for Bill to come along to class!
I've cut it now - and he - Oh, hello, Fred!
Why, what's the matter? - here - don't be an ass,
Sit down and tell me! - What do you suppose?
I dreamed I . . . am I . . . wounded? "You are dead."
Matter For Gratitude
© Ambrose Bierce
O God, forgive them all, from Stoneman down,
Thy smile who construe and expound Thy frown,
And fall with saintly grace upon their knees
To render thanks when Thou dost only sneeze.
The Prologue
© Anne Bradstreet
To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,
Of cities founded, commonwealths begun,
For my mean pen are too superior things:
Or how they all, or each, their dates have run;
Let poets and historians set these forth,
My obscure lines shall not so dim their work.
The Poster-Painter's Masterpiece
© Sam Walter Foss
"Let us paint a landscape in June," he cried;
"A Landscape in high June."
And the poster-painter swelled with pride
And trilled a merry tune.
When my time is come
© John Le Gay Brereton
When my time is come to die,
I would shun the decent gloom,
Whispered word and weeping eye,
Fitful hum of knowing fly
Questing through the darkened room.
