All Poems
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Remembrance Of
© William Wordsworth
COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND
GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see
As lovely visions by thy side
The Bumps And Bruises Doctor
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;
I'm the expert that they seek
Inscriptions: VI: For A Column At Runnymede
© Mark Akenside
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here,
While Thames among his willows from thy view
That Nature Is Not Subject To Decay (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Ah, how the Human Mind wearies herself
With her own wand'rings, and, involved in gloom
True Love
© Judith Viorst
It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
A' Old Played-Out Song
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's the curiousest thing in creation,
Whenever I hear that old song,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IV. -- Queen Sigrid The
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloft
In her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.
Heart's dearest,
Why dost thou sorrow so?
How Long?
© Emma Lazarus
How long, and yet how long,
Our leaders will we hail from over seas,
Master and kings from feudal monarchies,
And mock their ancient song
With echoes weak of foreign melodies?
Campus Sonnets: Talk
© Stephen Vincent Benet
And so it goes - an idle speech and aimless,
A few chance phrases; yet I see behind
The empty words the gleam of a beauty tameless,
Friendship and peace and fire to strike men blind,
Till the whole world seems small and bright to hold -
Of all our youth this hour is pure gold.
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
© Francis William Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
Der Schiffskoch, Ein Gefangener, Singt:
© Hugo von Hofmannsthal
Weh, geschieden von den Meinigen,
Lieg ich hier seit vielen Wochen,
Deaths Genius
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
Oh you who weep, brush all your tears aside!
And you who mourn, recall grief wont abide!
For youll know rest when your heart beats no more,
Deaths angel you from all your wounds will cure.
The World-Saver
© Edgar Lee Masters
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui,
Play whips for fun, or snares for game,
The liar full of ease goes free,
And Socrates must bear the shame.
Your Caddie And You
© Edgar Albert Guest
He is with you every minute, in the smooth and in the rough,
And your caddie's quick to sense it if you're made of proper stuff.
If you hear your trials bravely, if you do the best you can,
You will find the little fellow trying hard to be a man.
The Fisher
© Roderic Quinn
ALL night a noise of leaping fish
Went round the bay,
And up and down the shallow sands
Sang waters at their play.
The Madman - His Parables and Poems
© Khalil Gibran
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
© Thomas Hood
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
Reach Your Hand To Me
© James Whitcomb Riley
Reach your hand to me, my friend,
With its heartiest caress--
