Children poems
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For Louis Pasteur
© Edgar Bowers
How shall a generation know its story
If it will know no other? When, among
The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Elsie._ Here are flowers for you,
But they are not all for you.
Some of them are for the Virgin
And for Saint Cecilia.
Der Freischutz
© Madison Julius Cawein
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young,
Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled;
Songs Of Seven (complete)
© Jean Ingelow
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There’s no rain left in heaven:
I’ve said my “seven times” over and over,
Seven times one are seven.
No Children!
© Edgar Albert Guest
No children in the house to play-
It must be hard to live that way!
Grandpa's Christmas
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In his great cushioned chair by the fender
An old man sits dreaming to-night,
The Sad Years
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is this, indeed, Thy man, that Thou hast made,
Is this Thy likeness, and are these Thy ways?
Oh, Lord of pity, quench these flaming hours,
Restore to peace these sad and tortured years
Wherein Thou breakest the frail heart of man
Or he the heart of God.
St. Louis: A Song Of The City
© Edgar Albert Guest
I was in St. Louis when their mystic Prophet came
From his dark, mysterious haunts to gaze upon the throngs.
None had ever seen his face and none could tell his name.
Yet they greeted him with cheers and welcomed him with songs.
The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)
© William Shakespeare
The Procreation Sonnets are grouped together
because they all address the same young man,
and all encourage him - with a variety of
themes and arguements - to marry and father
children (hence 'procreation').
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third
© Mark Akenside
See! in what crouds the uncouth forms advance:
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,
Unask'd, his motley features. Wait awhile,
My curious friends! and let us first arrange
In proper order your promiscuous throng.
The Faithful Guardian
© Caroline Norton
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone,
Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:--
And, in the cradle's shadow, lies a stately-looking hound,
His fine limbs full of strength and grace, couched humbly on the ground:
A Cloud In Trousers - part III
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Ah, wherefrom this,
how explain this
brandishing of dirty fists
at bright joy!
Semi-Centennial Celebration Of The New England Society
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NEW ENGLAND, we love thee; no time can erase
From the hearts of thy children the smile on thy face.
'T is the mother's fond look of affection and pride,
As she gives her fair son to the arms of his bride.
A New Year's Morning Song
© Anna Laetitia Waring
Thanksgiving and the voice of melody,
This new year's morning, call me from my sleep;
Late Ripeness
© Czeslaw Milosz
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,
I felt a door opening in me and I entered
the clarity of early morning.
Cease To Do Evil Learn To Do Well
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Oh! thou whom sacred duty hither calls,
Some glorious hours in freedom's cause to dwell,
Read the mute lesson on thy prison walls,
"Cease to do evil-learn to do well."
America
© William Cullen Bryant
OH mother of a mighty race,
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames, thy haughty peers,
Admire and hate thy blooming years.
With words of shame
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.
