Great poems
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The Punishment Of Loke
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke,
A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds,
And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas,
Far as the teeming wastes of Jotunheim,
To punish Loke for all his wily crimes.
The Camp Fire
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When night hung low and dew fell damp,
There fell athwart the shadows
If?
© Augusta Davies Webster
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
And they should come at morn and look on me
The Passion Of Our Lady
© Charles Péguy
For the past three days she had been wandering, and following.
She followed the people.
Tennyson: In Lucem Transitus, October, 1892
© Henry Van Dyke
FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.
To the Unknown Warrior
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
The one great pleasure of ignoble days,
Fame without name and glory without gossip,
Whom no biographer befouls with praise.
The People's Admiration For Duke Woo
© Confucius
The black robes well your form befit;
When they are worn we'll make you new.
Winter Dusk
© Sara Teasdale
I WATCH the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O, light canoe, where dost thou glide?
Below thee gleams no silver'd tide,
But concave heaven's chiefest pride.
Embers
© Sara Teasdale
I said, "My youth is gone
Like a fire beaten out by the rain,
That will never sway and sing
Or play with the wind again."
Spinning
© Helen Hunt Jackson
Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task,
And, being blind, no more I ask.
To A Friend Estranged From Me
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun
That will not rise again.
Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea,
Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charity
That lifts a man a little above the beasts that run.
Joys Within Reach
© Edgar Albert Guest
You needn't be rich to be happy,
You needn't be famous to smile;
After an Interval
© Walt Whitman
(November 22, 1875, MidnightSaturn and Mars in Conjunction)
AFTER an interval, reading, here in the midnight,
Fleet Street
© Arthur Henry Adams
BENEATH this narrow jostling street,
Unruffled by the noise of feet,
The Vicksburg Jail
© Anonymous
O, when the poar pris'ner is put in the jaile,
he is put in a cell and his doors are all bar'd
With a great long chane he is bound to the floor,
And dam thear mean soles thay can do nothing more.
How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station
© Madison Julius Cawein
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas
Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to
Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A MOONY breadth of virgin face,
By thought unviolated;
A patient mouth, to take from scorn
The hook with bank-notes baited!
A Battle
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
The starry hosts with silver lances prick
The scarlet fringes of the tents of Day,
And turn their crystal shields upon their breasts,
And point their radiant lances, and so wait
The stirring of the giant in his caves.
