Children poems
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Letter In Verse
© John Clare
Like boys that run behind the loaded wain
For the mere joy of riding back again,
The Crowded Street
© William Cullen Bryant
Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.
A Greyport Legend
© Francis Bret Harte
They ran through the streets of the seaport town,
They peered from the decks of the ships that lay;
The Shining Host
© Gabriela Mistral
In vain you try
To smother my song:
A million children
In chorus sing it
Margrave
© Robinson Jeffers
But who is our judge? It is likely the enormous
Beauty of the world requires for completion our ghostly increment,
It has to dream, and dream badly, a moment of its night.
Genesis BK XXI
© Caedmon
(ll. 1400-1406) But no harm came nigh unto the ark, save that it
was lifted up to heaven, when the flood destroyed all creatures
on the earth; but Holy God, the Eternal King, the Lord of heaven,
stern of heart, preserved the ark when He unleashed the ocean
currents and their changing streams.
The Princess (part 1)
© Alfred Tennyson
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
The Old Player
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loud
The galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.
Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
What men gain fairly -- that they should possess,
And children may inherit idleness,
From him who earns itThis is understood;
Private injustice may be general good.
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
© Emily Dickinson
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
Three timesHe would not go
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Watersstrove to stay.
The Iron Age
© Madison Julius Cawein
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it--
How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long
Wilt Thou endure this crime? and there, above it,
Look down on Earth nor sweep away the wrong!
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
NOW joy for you who from the towers
Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,
Telling melancholy hours!
Proclaim it, let your Masters hear
Sonnet LXXXIX: The Trees of the Garden
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; and ye
Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know
Sailormen
© Harry Kemp
When our ship gets home again, after cruising up and down,
Where the old, familiar hills crowd above the little town,
Oh, we'll reef the weary sails in the shelter of the bay,
And we'll find it just the same as the hour we went away
With the steeple of the church through the tree tops peering out,
With same accustomed streets, and the friends we knew, about.
Song of The Coffle Gang
© Anonymous
This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs,
when parting from friends for the far off South-children taken from
parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.
