Good poems
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To The Earl Of Doncaster
© John Donne
SEE, sir, how, as the sun's hot masculine flame
Begets strange creatures on Nile's dirty slime,
Book Second [School-Time Continued]
© William Wordsworth
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
Don Juan: Canto The First
© George Gordon Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Bedtime
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's bedtime, and we lock the door,
Put out the lights--the day is o'er;
All that can come of good or ill,
The record of this day to fill,
Is written down; the worries cease,
And old and young may rest in peace.
Her Likeness
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A GIRL, who has so many wilful ways
She would have caused Job's patience to forsake him;
Yet is so rich in all that's girlhood's praise,
Did Job himself upon her goodness gaze,
A little better she would surely make him.
Proverbs
© William Baylebridge
One continent, one creed, one skin -
Our health and savour lie therein.
The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,
The land of the Gone-away Souls.
Yes, a lovelier region by far than this
(Though this is a world most fair).
The goodliest goal of all good goals,
Else why do our friends stay there?
She Mothered Five
© Edgar Albert Guest
She mothered five!
Night after night she watched a little bed,
Parting
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN hides the sun behind a bank of cloud,
Though well we know the sun is shining still,
An Onset
© James Clerk Maxwell
Hallo ye, my fellows! arise and advance,
See the white-crested waves how they stamp and they dance!
The Burgher's Battle
© William Morris
Thick rise the spear-shafts oer the land
That erst the harvest bore;
The Haystack in the Woods
© William Morris
Had she come all the way for this,
To part at last without a kiss?
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain
That her own eyes might see him slain
Beside the haystack in the floods?
Thou Who Art Enthroned Above!
© George Sandys
Thou who art enthroned above!
Thou by whom we live and move!
Thee we bless; thy praise be sung,
While an ear can hear a tongue.
The Discharge
© George Herbert
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know?
Why dost thou prie,
And turn, and leer, and with a licorous eye
Look high and low;
And in thy lookings stretch and grow?
On The Future Of Poetry
© Henry Austin Dobson
Bards of the Future! you that come
With striding march, and roll of drum,
