Great poems
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The First Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.
Possum Trot
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I 've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things,
An' I 've learned a little of the sense that meetin' people brings;
But in spite of all my travelling an' of all I think I know,
I 've got one notion in my head, that I can't git to go;
An' it is that the folks I meet in any other spot
Ain't half so good as them I knowed back home in Possum Trot.
Mia Carlotta
© Thomas Augustine Daly
GIUSEPPE, da barber, ees greata for "mash,"
He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
The Curse of Mother Flood
© Henry Kendall
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it;
White as a corpse is the face of the fen;
Far and Near
© George MacDonald
Blue sky above, blue sea below,
Far off, the old Nile's mouth,
'Twas a blue world, wherein did blow
A soft wind from the south.
Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon
© John Keats
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. February
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
UNDER THE SPEAKER'S GALLERY
In all the comedy of human things
What is more mirthful than for those, who sit
Far from the great world's vain imaginings,
To Garibaldi--With a Book
© George MacDonald
When at Philippi, he who would have freed
Great Rome from tyrants, for the season brief
My Father’s Left Hand by David Bottoms : American Life in Poetry #235 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La
© Ted Kooser
I tell my writing students that their most important task is to pay attention to what’s going on around them. God is in the details, as we say. Here David Bottoms, the Poet Laureate of Georgia, tells us a great deal about his father by showing us just one of his hands.
My Father’s Left Hand
Sometimes my old man’s hand flutters over his knee, flaps
Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time]
© William Wordsworth
OH there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Russell Gurney
© George MacDonald
In that high country whither thou art gone,
Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1.
© William Cowper
Adam, arise, since I do thee impart
A spirit warm from my benignant breath:
Arise, arise, first man,
And joyous let the world
Embrace its living miniature in thee!
Tristesses de la lune (Sorrows Of The Moon)
© Charles Baudelaire
Ce soir, la lune rêve avec plus de paresse;
Ainsi qu'une beauté, sur de nombreux coussins,
Qui d'une main distraite et légère caresse
Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins,
The Secret Key
© George Essex Evans
There is a magic kingdom of strange powers,
Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;
The Vagabonds
© Bliss William Carman
We go unheeded as the stream
That wanders by the hill-wood side,
Till the great marshes take his hand
And lead him to the roving tide.
Report Of An Adjudged Case
© William Cowper
Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
Manipulation
© Richard Harris Barham
Oh, my head! my head! my head!
Lack! for my poor unfortunate head!
The March Of Mortality
© Edgar Albert Guest
Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;
Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tears
Up from the haunts of men to the place where the angels are,
This is the march of mortality to a wonderful goal afar.
Holy Baptisme (II)
© George Herbert
Since, Lord, to thee
A narrow way and little gate
Is all the passage, on my infancie
Thou didst lay hold, and antedate
My faith in me.
