Great poems
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Two Or Three
© John Keats
Two or three Posies
With two or three simples--
Two or three Noses
With two or three pimples--
Ballad Of Human Life
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
WHEN we were girl and boy together,
We tossd about the flowers
The Dreamers
© William Wilfred Campbell
THEY lingered on the middle heights
Betwixt the brown earth and the heaven;
They whispered, 'We are not the night's,
But pallid children of the even.'
The Song Of Hiawatha XVIII: The Death Of Kwasind
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Far and wide among the nations
Spread the name and fame of Kwasind;
The Temperance Army
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Though you see no banded army,
Though you hear no cannons rattle,
Tale XVI
© George Crabbe
cause -
This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes."
Six weeks had pass'd--"In truth, my love, this
Summer Song
© George Barker
I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
The hyena despair.
The Wantaritencant
© Henry Lawson
IT WATCHED ME in the cradle laid, and from my boyhoods home
It glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first pome;
Its sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant
It is the thing (O, Priest and Prince!) that wants to write, but cant.
To ------ On The Various Styles Of Poetry
© Thomas Parnell
I hate ye vulgar with untunefull ears
Soules uninspird & negligent of verse
Hence ye prophane be farr removd away
While to my powr I woud my friend repay
The Beginning Of The Armadilloes
© Rudyard Kipling
I've never sailed the Amazon,
I've never reached Brazil;
But the Don and Magdalena,
They can go there when they will!
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower
Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:
At the deep sudden stroke the pigeons fly . . .
The fine snow flutes the cracks between the flagstones.
We close our coats, and hurry, and search the sky.
En cossirer e en esmai
© Bernard de Ventadorn
En cossirer et en esmai
sui d'un amor que.m lass'e.m te,
Bruno The Hunter
© William Henry Drummond
You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,
Of Bruno de hunter man,
Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer,
Every day on de long, long year,
Off on de hillside far an' near,
An' down on de beeg savane?
The Escape of the Old Grey Squirrel
© Alfred Noyes
All the same, one never knew.
All things come to those who wait -
Isles of palm in rose and blue,
India, China and Peru,
And the Golden Gate.
Father Ranney, the Cheese Pioneer
© James McIntyre
When Father Ranney left the States,
In Canada to try the fates,
Epigram - To John I Owed Great Obligation
© Matthew Prior
To John I owed great obligation,
But John unhappily thought fit
To publish it to all the nation:
Sure John and I are more than quit.
Female Glory
© Richard Lovelace
Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
One greater than the rest, that's all those o're again,
And her own self beside: A Lady, whose soft breast
Is with vast honours soul and virtues life possest.
The Deans Answer
© Jonathan Swift
The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit,
I cannot but envy the pride of her wit,
Which thus she will venture profusely to throw
On so mean a design, and a subject so low.
St. Luke
© John Keble
Two clouds before the summer gale
In equal race fleet o'er the sky:
Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail,
Together pins, together die.
