Great poems
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The Dream Of Christ
© Madison Julius Cawein
I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon
Mesmeric eyes,
Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune
On wide surprise,
While slow the graceful presence of a moon
Mellowed the purple skies.
Abdul Abulbul Amir
© William Percy French
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah,
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
The Testimony Of Divine Adoption
© William Cowper
How happy are the newborn race,
Partakers of adopting grace!
How pure the bliss they share!
Hid from the world and all its eyes,
Within their heart the blessing lies,
And conscience feels it there.
Broken Wings
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the full years bless
With life and health and chance still multiplied
To hold your forward course fame and success
Close at your side;
Kites
© William Rose Benet
High on the telephone wires, the paltry pitiful thing
Hangs in rags and tatters and loops of string.
A slight breeze shakes it, but cannot shake it down.
It flutters and flutters forgotten above the town.
Verses - Spoken to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles-Harley, Countess of Oxford
© Matthew Prior
Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,
(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
She wakes, she breathes, she rises from her bed,
That bed of death where she has lain so long;
The flowers they set there fall from her fair head
Withered, while she, sweet soul, has known no wrong.
To Lady Annabella Noel
© Frances Anne Kemble
Wand'ring with thee in the delicious land,
What visions meet me of those far-off years,
What Makes An Artist
© Edgar Albert Guest
We got to talking art one day, discussing in a general way
How some can match with brush and paint the glory of a tree,
And some in stone can catch the things of which the dreamy poet sings,
While others seem to have no way to tell the joys they see.
The Prayer-Seeker
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Along the aisle where prayer was made,
A woman, all in black arrayed,
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First
© Mark Akenside
With what attractive charms this goodly frame
Of nature touches the consenting hearts
Expectation
© Edgar Albert Guest
Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,
Are always expecting too much out of life.
The Moon Flower
© Lala Fisher
I know a valley- through its solitude
A brown road winds towards a mountain crest;
A Hymn
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For oh, my steps are weak,
And ever as I go,
Some soothing sentence speak;
