Great poems
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If The World Was Crazy
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If the world was crazy, you know what I'd eat?
A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat,
A lemonade sandwich, and then I might try
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
Prayer (II)
© George Herbert
Of what an easie quick accesse,
My blessed Lord, art thou! how suddenly
May our requests thine eare invade!
To shew that state dislikes not easinesse,
If I but lift mine eyes, my suit is made:
Thou canst no more not heare, than thou canst die.
Noon Hour
© Carl Sandburg
She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day's pay.
The Corner Stone
© Walter de la Mare
Sterile these stones
By time in ruin laid.
Yet many a creeping thing
Its haven has made
In these least crannies, where falls
Dark's dew, and noonday shade.
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 7
© Publius Vergilius Maro
AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,
Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name;
Don Juan: Canto The Second
© George Gordon Byron
Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,
Gipsy Mothers Song
© Arthur Symons
I gather the crackling sticks in the wood,
And I roast the hedgehog over the fire;
My little one shall have dainty food,
As much as her little heart can desire.
Italy : 41. An Adventure
© Samuel Rogers
Three days they lay in ambush at my gate,
Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild
We traversed; but Rusconi, 'twas no less,
Marched by my side, and, when I thirsted, climbed
The Golden Gift That Nature Did Thee Give
© Henry Howard
The golden gift that Nature did thee give
To fasten friends and feed them at thy will
Elegiac I.
© Arthur Hugh Clough
From thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing,
Pass to the rich lowland, thou busy sunny river;
Murmuring once, dimpling, pellucid, limpid, abundant,
Deepening now, widening, swelling, a lordly river.
The Wife
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Your shadow on the dust,
Strength, and a cry,
Delight, despair, mistrust, -
All these am I.
Dawn, and the far hills thrust
To a far sky.
Beloved
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes.
The Stallion
© William Henry Ogilvie
Beside the dusty road he steps at ease;
His great head bending to the stallion-bar,
Now lifted, now flung downward to his knees,
Tossing the forelock from his forehead star;
Champing the while his heavy bit in pride
And flecking foam upon his flank and side.
Robert Buchanan
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
T WAS the body of Judas Iscariot
Lay in the Field of Blood;
To the Spirit of Music
© Henry Kendall
How sweet is wandering where the west
Is full of thee, what time the morn
Looks from his halls of rosy rest
Across green miles of gleaming corn!
Religion And Doctrine
© John Hay
Their threats and fury all went wide;
They could not touch his Hebrew pride.
Their sneers at Jesus and His band,
Nameless and homeless in the land,
Their boasts of Moses and his Lord,
All could not change him by one word.
Sonnet XXII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,
Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older,
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
At His Execution
© Rudyard Kipling
I am made all things to all men-
Hebrew, Roman, and Greek-
In each one's tongue I speal,
Suiting to each my word,
That some may be drawn to the Lord!
