All Poems
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The Old Castle
© George MacDonald
The brother knew well the castle old,
Every closet, each outlook fair,
Twin-Growth
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
I would not wish thee other than thou art;
I love thee, love, so well in every part,
That had I power to change thee
In form or face or mind,
I could not find
The heart to re-arrange thee.
Desert Pools
© Sara Teasdale
I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me.
My Portrait Gallery
© James Russell Lowell
Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze,
By Memory reared, the artist wise and holy,
Ultima Thule: Jugurtha
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
Cried the African monarch, the splendid,
As down to his death in the hollow
Dark dungeons of Rome he descended,
Uncrowned, unthroned, unattended;
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
My Birthday
© Charles Lamb
A dozen years since in this house what commotion,
What bustle, what stir, and what joyful ado;
Every soul in the family at my devotion,
When into the world I came twelve years ago.
Bird
© Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
The Creditor To His Proud Debtor
© George Moses Horton
Ha, tott'ring Johny, strut and boast,
But think of what your feathers cost;
Your crowing days are short at most,
You bloom but soon to fade;
The Chip On Your Shoulder
© Edgar Albert Guest
Youll learn when you're older, that chip on your shoulder
Which you dare other boys to upset
How Salty Win Out
© Eugene Field
I used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck--
It made no diff'rence how or when or where or why it struck;
But sev'ral years ago I changt my mind, an' now proclaim
That luck's a kind uv science--same as any other game;
It happened out in Denver in the spring uv '80 when
Salty teched a humpback an' win out ten.
The Sweet O' The Year
© George Meredith
Now the frog, all lean and weak,
Yawning from his famished sleep,
Water in the ditch doth seek,
Fast as he can stretch and leap:
Marshy king-cups burning near
Tell him 'tis the sweet o' the year.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2
© Alfred Tennyson
And gazing on thee, sullen tree,
Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,
I seem to fail from out my blood
And grow incorporate into thee.
Dream-Death
© Robert Crawford
There is a breath at midnight that comes in
Sad as a sigh, for then the day is dead
Sister to Sister
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'When I received that love which is a face,
When I perceived that face which is a love,
Fragment II
© Giacomo Leopardi
The light of day was fading in the west,
The smoke no more from village chimneys curled,
Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard;
In Memoriam
© William Lisle Bowles
How blessed with thee the path could I have trod
Of quiet life, above cold want's hard fate,
The Sheep And The Bramble-Bush
© John Cunningham
A Thick-Twisted brake, in the time of a storm,
Seem'd kindly to cover a sheep:
So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm,
It quietly sooth'd him asleep.
The Hidden Wealth
© Norman Rowland Gale
Adam and Eve together stood
Amid the crop they both were tending,
While far away the feathery wood
Of Eden in the wind was bending.
