Children poems
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Amours De Voyage, Canto V
© Arthur Hugh Clough
Pisa, they say they think, and so I follow to Pisa,
Hither and thither inquiring. I weary of making inquiries.
I am ashamed, I declare, of asking people about it.-
Who are your friends? You said you had friends who would certainly know them.
An Incindent At Pisa
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``From the common burial--ground
Mark'd by some peculiar bound,
Beppo! who are these that lie
Like one numerous family?''
The Mysterious Naked Man
© Alden Nowlan
A mysterious naked man has been reported
on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing
The Drovers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THROUGH heat and cold, and shower and sun,
Still onward cheerly driving!
There's life alone in duty done,
And rest alone in striving.
"Cupid, thou naughty boy..."
© Fulke Greville
Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed,
Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted,
The Average Man
© George Essex Evans
His hat looks worn, and his coat-sleeves shine,
As I see him step from his bus at nine;
Summer's Armies
© Emily Dickinson
Some Rainbowcoming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by featheron the plain
Fritters itself away!
Our First War-Christmas
© Katharine Lee Bates
HARD to wait for the postman's tramp
Up the snowy walk, for the hand that gropes
Scrubber
© William Ernest Henley
She's tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad face
With flashes of the old fun's animation
A Letter From Peking
© Harriet Monroe
October I5th, 1910.
My friend, dear friend, why should I hear your voice
Rain After Drought
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All night the small feet of the rain
Within the garden ran,
Children Chapter IV
© Khalil Gibran
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
Alice And Una. A Tale Of Ceim-An-Eich
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
With a sigh for what is fading, but, O Earth! with no upbraiding,
For we feel that time is braiding newer, fresher flowers for thee,
We will speak, despite our grieving, words of loving and believing,
Tales we vowed when we were leaving awful Ceim-an-eich,
Where the sever'd rocks resemble fragments of a frozen sea,
And the wild deer flee!
A Low Temple
© Arun Kolatkar
A low temple keeps its gods in the dark.
You lend a matchbox to the priest.
One by one the gods come to light.
The Two Children Pt. II
© Emily Jane Brontë
Child of Delight! with sunbright hair
And seablue, sea-deep eyes;
Spirit of Bliss, what brings thee here,
Beneath these sullen skies?
Poetry And Philosophy
© Madison Julius Cawein
Out of the past the dim leaves spoke to me
The thoughts of Pindar with a voice so sweet
