Good poems
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The Ballad Of The Solemn Ass
© Henry Van Dyke
Recited at the Century Club, New York: Twelfth Night. 1906
Come all ye good Centurions and wise men of the times,
Good Counsel of Chaucer
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;
Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;
To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert
© William Wordsworth
CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them
Who may respect my name, that I to thee
Owed many years of early liberty.
This care was thine when sickness did condemn
Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time
© Thomas Parnell
Methinkes the picture thus instructs my mind
Our hours are fleeting & the last assignd
Soon will it Come too soon alas for most
& all the time we use not well is lost
Light
© George MacDonald
Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.
The Unloved
© Arthur Symons
These are the women whom no man has loved.
Year after year, day after day has moved
The City's Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War by James Doyle: American Life in Poetry #9 Ted Koo
© Ted Kooser
In eighteen lines—one long sentence—James Doyle evokes two settings: an actual parade and a remembered one. By dissolving time and contrasting the scenes, the poet helps us recognize the power of memory and the subtle ways it can move us.
The City's Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War
Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
CHORUS:
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend Thee:
And all Thy lofty works
Are excellent as at the first day.
Tale XIV
© George Crabbe
dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "
The Raven And The King's Daughter
© William Morris
Kings daughter sitting in tower so high,
Fair summer is on many a shield.
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?
Fair sing the swans twixt firth and field.
Why weepest thou in the window-seat
Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?
Elegy VI. To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send
Health, which perchance you want, my pamper'd friend;
WordsFor A Nursery
© Sylvia Plath
Rosebud, knot of worms,
Heir of the first five
Shapers, I open:
Five moony crescents
Christmas
© Edith Nesbit
WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it,
Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white,
By The Aurelian Wall
© Bliss William Carman
Who slyly should bestow
The foreign reed-flute they had seen him blow
And finger cunningly,
On one of the dark children standing by,
Then lift his cloak and go.
Old Barnard -- A Monkish Tale
© Mary Darby Robinson
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,
Though his age was full fourscore;
Sonnet 3
© Richard Barnfield
The Stoicks thinke, (and they come neare the truth,)
That vertue is the chiefest good of all,
Its good to feel you are close to me
© Pablo Neruda
Its good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.
Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I lay upon the headland-height, and listened
To the incessant sobbing of the sea
In caverns under me,
And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and glistened,
Until the rolling meadows of amethyst
Melted away in mist.
The Marvelous Munchausen
© William Rose Benet
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,
And Piet and Sachs and Vroom - all in the long ago, -
Oh, the very long ago! - o'er their pipes and hollands seen;
And on the wall the man-o'-war, and firelight on the screen!
The Sangreal
© George MacDonald
Through the wood the sunny day
Glimmered sweetly glad;
Through the wood his weary way
Rode sir Galahad.
