Great poems
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Miss Mary Fairfax
© Lesbia Harford
Every day Miss Mary goes her rounds,
Through the splendid house and through the grounds,
Looking if the kitchen table's white,
Seeing if the great big fire's alight,
The Lily Bed
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
His cedar paddle, scented, red,
He thrust down through the lily bed;
An Entreaty
© Confucius
Along the great highway,
I hold you by the cuff.
O spurn me not, I pray,
Nor break old friendship off.
The Four Seasons : Summer
© James Thomson
From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LXI
"Presages, ah too true:" with that a space
Sponsa Dei
© Arthur Symons
Jesus Christ, I have longed with my whole heart for Thee,
O come to me and be the bridegroom of Thy bride;
A Lay Of St. Nicholas
© Richard Harris Barham
Lord Abbot! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess;
I am a-weary, and worn with woe;
Many a grief doth my heart oppress,
And haunt me whithersoever I go!'
Death The Mexican Revolutionary
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Wines of the great châteaux
Have been uncorked for you;
Personal Talk
© William Wordsworth
I
I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
The Glory That Slumbered In The Granite Rock
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A granite rock on the mountain side
Gazed on the world and was satisfied;
Song I
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Dear people, swelled in fool's wisdom
And clinging to error so fanciful,
To the skies, adorned in hosts of fair stars,
Look up - and make bright your dimlit minds!
Extase (Ecstasy)
© Victor Marie Hugo
J'étais seul près des flots, par une nuit d'étoiles.
Pas un nuage aux cieux, sur les mers pas de voiles.
Mes yeux plongeaient plus loin que le monde réel.
Et les bois, et les monts, et toute la nature,
Semblaient interroger dans un confus murmure
Les flots des mers, les feux du ciel.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 07 - The Infinity Of The Universe
© Lucretius
For one thing after other will grow clear,
Nor shall the blind night rob thee of the road,
To hinder thy gaze on Nature's Farthest-forth.
Thus things for things shall kindle torches new.
The Poor Voter On Election Day
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE proudest now is but my peer,
The highest not more high;
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.
The Right to Die
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I have no fancy for that ancient cant
That makes us masters of our destinies,
Morgan le Fay
© Madison Julius Cawein
In dim samite was she bedight,
And on her hair a hoop of gold,
Like fox-fire in the tawn moonlight,
Was glimmering cold.
Fragment VIII
© James Macpherson
Such, Fingal! were thy words; but
thy words I hear no more. Sightless
I sit by thy tomb. I hear the wind in
the wood; but no more I hear my
friends. The cry of the hunter is over.
The voice of war is ceased.
In a Paris Restaurant
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
I gaze, while thrills my heart with patriot pride,
Upon the exquisite skin, rose-flushed and creamy;
The perfect little head; on either side
Blonde waves. The dark eyes, vaguely soft and dreamy,
On the Lady Elizabeth, and Count Palatine Being Married on St. Valentine's Day
© John Donne
Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
All the air is thy Diocese,
