Great poems
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By The Quay
© Roderic Quinn
I KNEW a ship in the magical time
Of painted toy and nursery rhyme
That quested the world with sails unfurled,
And fluttered her flag in every clime.
Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438
© Theognis of Megara
To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
The Village
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
Scarcely a street, too few houses
To merit the title; just a way between
Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace
© James Clerk Maxwell
While I was your beloved one,
And while no other youth threw his fond arms around
Your white neck so easily,
Than the King of the world I was far happier.
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
Midsummer Noon
© Robert Laurence Binyon
At her window gazes over the elms
A girl; she looks on the branching green;
But her eyes possess unfathomed realms,
Her young hand holds her dreaming chin.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 6
© Joel Barlow
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..
Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,
The Distracted Puritan
© Richard Corbet
Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope
The Speech
© Benjamin Jonson
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,
Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.
No more shall men suppose Electra dead,
Though from the consort of her sisters fled
A Glance Behind The Curtain
© James Russell Lowell
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Seeking them wholly in the outer life,
Fragment II
© Giacomo Leopardi
The light of day was fading in the west,
The smoke no more from village chimneys curled,
Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard;
In Memoriam
© William Lisle Bowles
How blessed with thee the path could I have trod
Of quiet life, above cold want's hard fate,
Burning Off
© Dorothea Mackellar
They're burning off at the Rampadells,
The tawny flames uprise,
With greedy licking around the trees;
The fierce breath sears our eyes.
Il Bacio
© Paul Verlaine
Kiss! Hollyhock in Love's luxuriant close!
Brisk music played on pearly little keys,
In tempo with the witching melodies
Love in the ardent heart repeating goes.
The Master-Man
© Roderic Quinn
O CAPTAIN of the Great Event,
Which yet shall dew with crimson dew
The green coasts of our continent,
I know not where to look for you!
Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo
© William Lisle Bowles
I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound
Of dashing waves; I gaze intent around;
