All Poems
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To Elsie Fogerty
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On living lips to mould and modulate
The shapes of sound, that each may mirror true
The mystery of the word and breathe it new
Into the entranced ear, warm and intimate;
How Bateese Came Home
© William Henry Drummond
W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago
I have wan frien' he 's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau
Hermes
© Francis Thompson
Soothsay. Behold, with rod twy-serpented,
Hermes the prophet, twining in one power
Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon
© John Keats
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
"And These--Are These Indeed The Rnd"
© William Watson
And these-are these indeed the end,
This grinning skull, this heavy loam?
Do all green ways whereby we wend
Lead but to yon ignoble home?
On The Source of The Arve
© George MacDonald
Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse,
With its perpetual tidings upward climb,
The Journey From School And To School
© Charles Lamb
O what a joyous joyous day
Is that on which we come
At the recess from school away,
Each lad to his own home!
Rest
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth;
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. February
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
UNDER THE SPEAKER'S GALLERY
In all the comedy of human things
What is more mirthful than for those, who sit
Far from the great world's vain imaginings,
A Loving Pair
© Theocritus
Sleep on, happy pair,
Breathing into each other's bosom love and desire,
And forget not to rise towards morning.
History of Scanderbeg excerpt from Canto V
© Naim Frashëri
Krujë oh blessed citadel
await, await for Scanderbeg!
Returning as a hued dove
to liberate our motherland.
Fafaia
© Rupert Brooke
Stars that seem so close and bright,
Watched by lovers through the night,
Swim in emptiness, men say,
Many a mile and year away.
The Winds of Fate
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
A Man And His Image
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,
Where sleeps a saint whose pardon, like his peace,
Is wide as death, as common, as divine.
"Give Us A Call!"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Give us a call! We keep good beer,
Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;
To Garibaldi--With a Book
© George MacDonald
When at Philippi, he who would have freed
Great Rome from tyrants, for the season brief
The Lamp Post
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Laugh your best, O blazoned forests,
Me ye shall not shift or shame
With your beauty: here among you
Man hath set his spear of flame.
The Song at Cock-Crow
© Rudyard Kipling
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew-till the cock crew-
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The Red Sunsets II, 1883
© Mathilde Blind
And in far lands folk presaged with blanched lips
Disastrous wars, earthquakes, and foundering ships,
Such whelming floods as never dykes could stem,
Or some proud empire's ruin and eclipse:
Lo, such a sky, they cried, as burned o'er them
Once lit the sacking of Jerusalem!
