Best poems
/ page 49 of 84 /
Mother And The Baby
© Edgar Albert Guest
Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,
For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there;
from Venus and Adonis
© William Shakespeare
Even as the sunne with purple-colourd face,
Had tane his last leaue of the weeping morne,
Rose-cheekt Adonis hied him to the chace,
Hunting he lou'd, but loue he laught to scorne,
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amaine vnto him,
And like a bold fac'd suter ginnes to woo him.
To G. M. W. And G. F. W.
© Ellis Parker Butler
Whenas(I love that "whenas" word
It shows I am a poet, too,)
Ballade Of Sleep
© Andrew Lang
Prince, ere the dark be shred
By golden shafts, ere now
And long the shadows creep:
Lord of the wand of lead,
Soft-footed as the snow,
Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep!
The Night Before The Mowing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
ALL shimmering in the morning shine
And diamonded with dew,
And quivering in the scented wind
That thrills its green heart through,--
By The Waters Of Babylon
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone;
The curse is come upon me, and I waste
The Fatal Sisters: An Ode
© Thomas Gray
(FROM THE NORSE TONGUE)
Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepare.)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darken'd air.
The Child Of The Islands - Summer
© Caroline Norton
I.
FOR Summer followeth with its store of joy;
That, too, can bring thee only new delight;
Its sultry hours can work thee no annoy,
The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day
© John Clare
Withering and keen the winter comes
While comfort flyes to close shut rooms
And sees the snow in feathers pass
Winnowing by the window glass
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III
© Richard Savage
Ye traytors, tyrants, fear his stinging lay!
Ye pow'rs unlov'd, unpity'd in decay!
But know, to you sweet-blossom'd Fame he brings,
Ye heroes, patriots, and paternal kings!
Sonnet #10
© Hayden Carruth
You rose from our embrace and the small light spread
like an aureole around you. The long parabola
An Essay on Criticism: Part 3
© Alexander Pope
Learn then what morals critics ought to show,
For 'tis but half a judge's task, to know.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due,
All may allow; but seek your friendship too.
Rubaiyat 36
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Every flower its beauty bestows,
Your lips the dearest gems dispose.
May your lips nurture our souls
With the wine that every spirit knows.
"Either she was foul, or her attire was bad"
© Ovid
Either she was foul, or her attire was bad,
Or she was not the wench I wished thave had.
Das Erdbeben
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Bruder, Bruder, halte mich!
Warum kann ich denn nicht stehen?
Warum kannst du denn nicht gehen?
Bruder geh, ich fuehre dich.
Paradise Lost: Book I (1674)
© Patrick Kavanagh
So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.
Under The Rose
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh the rose of keenest thorn!
One hidden summer morn
Under the rose I was born.
