Great poems
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The Age Of Gold
© Madison Julius Cawein
The clouds that tower in storm, that beat
Arterial thunder in their veins;
The wildflowers lifting, shyly sweet,
Their perfect faces from the plains,-
All high, all lowly things of Earth
For no vague end have had their birth.
Long-Felt Desires
© Louise Labe
Long-felt desires, hopes as long as vain--
sad sighs--slow tears accustomed to run sad
into as many rivers as two eyes could add,
pouring like fountains, endless as the rain--
The Palace of Art
© Alfred Tennyson
And "while the world runs round and round," I said,
"Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as, while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
© John Donne
ADOPTED in God's family and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
One Autumn Night
© Herbert Bashford
Ah, no! 'twas then I spoke to you of love,
My secret which you long ere that had guessed;
'Twas then I first knew passion's fiery heat
And kissed your cheek, your lips, while high above
A great star shook, and in its burning breast,
As in my own, a red heart beat and beat.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVII
He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,
On Easter Day
© Oscar Wilde
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
King Canute
© William Makepeace Thackeray
KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,
Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;
And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore.
Fitz Adam's Story
© James Russell Lowell
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell
Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well,
The Old Song
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I saw the kings of London town,
The kings that buy and sell,
That built it up with penny loaves
And penny lies as well:
The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving of 1892
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Never since the race was started,
Had a boy in any clime,
Cause to be so thankful-hearted,
As the boys of present time.
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko
© John Keats
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
Point Joe
© Robinson Jeffers
Point Joe has teeth and has torn ships; it has fierce and solitary
beauty;
Walk there all day you shall see nothing that will not make part
of a poem.
On The Posteriors
© Jonathan Swift
Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
The Lily of St Leonards
© Henry Lawson
O Lily of St Leonards!
And I was mad to roam
She died with loving words for me
Three days ere I came home.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Landlord ended thus his tale,
Then rising took down from its nail
The Hand of Glory: The Nurse's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
And now before
That old Woman's door,
Where nought that 's good may be,
Hand in hand
The Murderers stand
By one, by two, by three!
