Good poems
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Pa Did It!
© Edgar Albert Guest
The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;
While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow.
They used to run around a track-at least they did when he
Would let me take them in my hands an' wind 'em with a key.
I could 'a' had some fun with 'em, if only they would go,
But, gee! I never had a chance, for pa enjoyed em so.
Cruel Frederick
© Heinrich Hoffmann
So Frederick had to go to bed:
His leg was very sore and red!
The Doctor came, and shook his head,
And made a very great to-do,
And gave him nasty physic too.
The Battle Of Sherramuir
© Robert Burns
"O cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
The Rancho In The Rain
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,
Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hill
The Magnetic Lady To Her Patient
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;
My hand is on thy brow,
My spirit on thy brain;
A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill
© William Wordsworth
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then-all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
Henry And Emma. A Poem.
© Matthew Prior
Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.
Sonnet XXXVII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SENT TO THE HON. MRS. O'NEILL, WITH
PAINTED FLOWERS.
The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realm
Her buds and leaves to dress fictitious powers,
Morality.
© Robert Crawford
Evil itself may be but good disguised,
As many a virtue now was once a vice,
Or held to be such by the moralists;
Or as even in the eyes of foreigners
"Will Sail Tomorrow."
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THE good ship lies in the crowded dock,
Fair as a statue, firm as a rock:
Her tall masts piercing the still blue air,
Her funnel glittering white and bare,
William Henry Groom Vale`
© George Essex Evans
For never shall oblivion slight
The hearts that fight the Peoples fight.
Much less, when, thro a life of stress,
One voice gainst countless odds has stood,
And won, in pain and bitterness,
The Peoples good.
Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains
© Robert Browning
Ay, my brave chronicler, and this same hour
As well as any: now, let my time be!
If love be holy, if that mystery
© John Marston
If love be holy, if that mystery
O co-united hearts be sacrament;
If the unbounded goodness have infused
A sacred ardour of a mutual love
Telling the Bees: (For Edward Tennant)
© Katharine Tynan
Tell it to the bees, lest they
Umbrage take and fly away,
That the dearest boy is dead,
Who went singing, blithe and dear,
By the golden hives last year.
Curly-head, ah, curly-head!
A Hero Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
He has done the work of a true man--
Crown him, honor him, love him;
Weep over him, tears of woman,
Stoop, manliest brows, above him!
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Joy and Use
The Daisies
© Edith Nesbit
In the great green park with the wooden palings -
The wooden palings so hard to climb,
The Barcoo
© Henry Kendall
From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep,
And loud with the lowing of cattle,
