All Poems
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Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleep
My little lambs are folded like the flocks;
The Master-Man
© Roderic Quinn
O CAPTAIN of the Great Event,
Which yet shall dew with crimson dew
The green coasts of our continent,
I know not where to look for you!
Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo
© William Lisle Bowles
I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound
Of dashing waves; I gaze intent around;
The Hamadryad
© Walter Savage Landor
Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?
The Soul's Prayer
© Sarojini Naidu
In childhood's pride I said to Thee:
"O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath,
Speak, Master, and reveal to me
Thine inmost laws of life and death.
The Legend Of Hamilton Tighe
© Richard Harris Barham
The Captain is walking his quarter-deck,
With a troubled brow and a bended neck;
One eye is down through the hatchway cast,
The other turns up to the truck on the mast;
Yet none of the crew may venture to hint
'Our Skipper hath gotten a sinister squint!'
A Good Time Going!
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BRAVE singer of the coming time,
Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,
December
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
No more the scarlet maples flash and burn
Their beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain;
The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern
In the bleak woods lie withered once again.
A Girl's Autumn Reverie
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid
© William Wordsworth
LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid
His vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slight
Of virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,
Hath followed wheresoe'er a way was made
A Birthday Trifle
© Henry Kendall
Here in this gold-green evening end,
While air is soft and sky is clear,
Krishna Beginning To Speak
© Sant Surdas
Mohan's begun to say 'Maiya Maiya,'
And 'Baba Baba' to Nanda,
A Portrait
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age;
Calm, but not cold, and cheerful though a sage;
Too true to flatter and too kind to sneer,
And only just when seemingly severe;
So gently blending courtesy and art
That wisdomâs lips seemed borrowing friendshipâs heart.
Wherefore?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,
A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you;
Again the old love woke in me, and thrived
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO THE BEDOUIN ARABS
Children of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race,
But still forever children; at the door
Of Eden found, unconscious of disgrace,
The Rape Of The Barons Wine
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Who was stealing the Baron's wine,
Golden sherry and port so old,
Die Namen
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich fragte meine Schoene:
Wie soll mein Lied dich nennen?
Soll dich als Dorimene,
Als Galathee, als Chloris,
Als Lesbia, als Doris,
Die Welt der Enkel kennen?
On Don Surly
© Benjamin Jonson
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name
Of a great man, and to be thought the same,
