All Poems
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Beneath The Snow
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Twas near the close of the dying year,
And Decembers winds blew cold and drear,
Driving the snow and sharp blinding sleet
In gusty whirls through square and street,
Shrieking more wildly and fiercely still
In the dreary grave-yard that crowns the hill.
Lines To W. L. While He Sang A Song To Purcell's Music
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
While my young cheek retains its healthful hues,
And I have many friends who hold me dear;
L----! methinks, I would not often hear
Such melodies as thine, lest I should lose
Hymn VI. Behold! th' Ambassador Divine
© John Logan
Behold! th' Ambassador Divine,
Descending from above,
To publish to mankind the law
Of everlasting love!
The Auction Sale
© Henry Reed
And there was silence in the tent.
They gazed in silence; silently
The wind dropped down, no longer shook
The flapping sides and gaping holes.
And some moved back, and others went
Closer, to get a better look.
Reminiscence.
© Arthur Henry Adams
I STAND in old Earth's presence; over all
The warm, pervading sunshine seems to print
Life and the Present; and there is no glint
Of white bones from the Past's decaying pall;
Book Eighth: Retrospect--Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man
© William Wordsworth
WHAT sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard
Up to thy summit, through the depth of air
Reuben's Children
© Dorothy Parker
Accursed from their birth they be
Who seek to find monogamy,
Pursuing it from bed to bed-
I think they would be better dead.
The Ten Stages of Perception
© Wang Wei
Up through bamboo. Leave the First Stage:
Pass Illusion: Go by Lotus Mountain:
SONNET. To Patience
© Henry King
Down stormy passions, down; no more
Let your rude waves invade the shore
Where blushing reason sits and hides
Her from the fury of your tides.
Evil
© Marie E J Pitt
NOT Beelzebub, but white archangel, I
Turn the dim glass and shift the sands again,
A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
She was an aged woman; and the years
Which she had numbered on her toilsome way
Had bowed her natural powers to decay.
Only We
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Dream no more that grief and pain
Could such hearts as ours enchain,
Safe from loss and safe from gain,
Free, as love makes free.
"Until Her Death."
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
UNTIL her death!" the words read strange yet real,
Like things afar off suddenly brought near:--
Will it be slow or speedy, full of fear,
Or calm as a spent day of peace ideal?
II.
The Braes of Yarrow
© John Logan
"Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream!
When first on them I met my lover;
