Great poems
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The Flag On The Farm
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've raised a flagpole on the farm
And flung Old Glory to the sky,
Best Way To Read A Book
© Edgar Albert Guest
Best way to read a book I know
Is get a lad of six or so,
The Jewish Cemetery At Newport. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The very names recorded here are strange,
Of foreign accent, and of different climes;
Alvares and Rivera interchange
With Abraham and Jacob of old times.
A Vision Of The Vatican
© Frances Anne Kemble
Graciously smiling, heavenly Aphrodite
Hath filled my senses with a vague delight;
And Pallas, steadfastly beholding me,
Hath sent me forth in wisdom to be free."
The Delights Of Rungsted. An Ode
© Johannes Ewald
You shadows refreshing,
You darkness from roses now stealing;
An Artist
© Robinson Jeffers
That sculptor we knew, the passionate-eyed son of a quarryman,
Who astonished Rome and Paris in his meteor youth, and then
was gone, at his high tide of triumphs,
Without reason or good-bye; I have seen him again lately, after
twenty years, but not in Europe.
To My Bride (Whoever She May Be)
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! little maid! - (I do not know your name
Or who you are, so, as a safe precaution
I'll add) - Oh, buxom widow! married dame!
(As one of these must be your present portion)
Listen, while I unveil prophetic lore for you,
And sing the fate that Fortune has in store for you.
The Sea Hath Its Pearls. (From The German Of Heinrich Heine)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
King Cophetua The First
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Said Jove within himself one day,
I'll make me a mistress out of clay!
The Huron Chiefs Daughter
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The dusky warriors stood in groups around the funeral pyre,
The scowl upon their knotted brows betrayed their vengeful ire.
It needed not the cords, the stake, the rites so stern and rude,
To tell it was to be a scene of cruelty and blood.
The Wonder-Working Magician - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
CYPRIAN. Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go? Say why?
The Castle Of Indolence
© James Thomson
The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.
Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth
© Ovid
The End of the Eighth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The Gentle Water Bird (for Mary Gilmore)
© John Shaw Neilson
In the far days, when every day was long,
Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,
Ere I had learned the recompense of song.
Gigantic daughter of the West,
© Alfred Tennyson
Gigantic daughter of the West,
We drink to thee across the flood,
Laurance - [Part 2]
© Jean Ingelow
Then looking hard upon her, came to him
The power to feel and to perceive. Her teeth
Chattered, and all her limbs with shuddering failed,
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a child
That looked on him with wondering, wistful eyes.
Sappho II
© Sara Teasdale
Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
These long Egyptian noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
There, lift your eyes no man has ever kindled,
On Returning To Greece In 1842
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Ten years ago I deemed that if once more
I trod on Grecian soil, 'twould be to find
The presence of a great informing mind
That should the glorious past somewise restore;
