Good poems
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To A Little Girl
© Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, little girl with eyes of brown
And smiles that fairly light the town,
A Ballad of the Scottsysshe Kyne
© John Skelton
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.
Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?
A Pair
© Jane Taylor
Soft his existence rolls away,
To-morrow plenteous as to-day :
He lives, enjoys, and lives anew,--
And when he dies,--what shall we do !
James Whitcomb Riley
© Edgar Albert Guest
There must be great rejoicin'
on the Golden Shore to-day,
An' the big an' little angels
Parable For A Certain Virgin
© Dorothy Parker
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.
The Triumph of Dead : Chap. 1
© Mary Sidney Herbert
That gallant lady, gloriously bright,
The stately pillar once of worthiness,
The Congregation
© Gamaliel Bradford
The ghost of night's long hours depart
In congregation dreary,
And leave my sorrow-trampled heart
Intolerably weary.
Old Aunt Mary's
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,
In those old days of the lost sunshine
Of youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,
And the "Sunday's wood" in the kitchen too,
And we went visiting, "me and you,"
Out to Old Aunt Mary's?
The Towers of Time
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
(There is never a crack in the ivory tower
Or a hinge to groan in the house of gold
Or a leaf of the rose in the wind to wither
And she grows young as the world grows old.
A Woman clothed with the sun returning
to clothe the sun when the sun is cold.)
In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Janus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
The years that through my portals come and go.
How It Happened
© James Whitcomb Riley
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--
And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
It Isn't Costly
© Edgar Albert Guest
Does the grouch get richer quicker than the friendly sort of man?
Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful fellow can?
Is the mean and churlish neighbor any cleverer than the one
Who shouts a glad "good morning," and then smiling passes on?
The Poet and the Dun
© William Shenstone
"These are messengers
That feelingly persuade me what I am." -Shakspeare.
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
© William Wordsworth
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours
There close the peaceful lives of flowers?
Sailing Ships
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,
Marianne's Dream
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
1.
A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,
In The Twilight
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT bed-time yet! The night-winds blow,
The stars are out,--full well we know
