Good poems
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Almer Mater
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Know you her secret none can utter?
Hers of the Book, the tripled Crown?
Introduction: Pippa Passes
© Robert Browning
Now wait!-even I already seem to share
In God's love: what does New-year's hymn declare?
What other meaning do these verses bear?
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.
British Freedom
© William Wordsworth
It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Clipper Days (a song from Snug Harbor)
© Harry Kemp
I am eighty years old and somewhat,
But I give to God the praise
That they made a sailor of me
In the good old Clipper Days
The Great Grandfather
© Charles Lamb
My father's grandfather lives still,
His age is fourscore years and ten;
He looks a monument of time,
The agedest of aged men.
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.
Love-Wonder
© Archibald Lampman
But ah, Beloved, how shall I be taught
To tell this truth in any rhymed line?
For words and woven phrases fall to naught,
Lost in the silence of one dream divine,
Wrapped in the beating wonder of this thought:
Even thou, who art so precious, thou art mine!
The Mountain Whippoorwill
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Listen to my fiddle Kingdom ComeKingdom Come!
Hear the frogs a-chunkin "Jug o rum, Jug o' rum!"
Hear that mountain-whippoorwill be lonesome in the air.
An Ill tell yuh how I traveled to the Essex County Fair.
Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to 'His Answer'
© Francis Bret Harte
June 4th! Do you know what that date means?
June 4th! By this air and these pines!
Dorchester Amphitheatre .
© John Kenyon
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,
Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,
One Thirty-Six A.M.
© Charles Bukowski
Dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to piss,
comes back
drinks a glass of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel.
Compensation
© Jean Ingelow
One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea;
He built a bridge, but floods have borne it down;
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.
A Psalm Of Resignation
© Joseph Furphy
In spite of his imposing plea,
A freeman whom the truth makes free
At Stratford-Upon-Avon
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thus spake his dust (so seemed it as I read
The words): Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare
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
