Great poems
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The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
The Dead Day
© Madison Julius Cawein
The west builds high a sepulcher
Of cloudy granite and of gold,
Where twilight's priestly hours inter
The Day like some great king of old.
What We Must Do
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
What we must do and may not do.
This is the World's whole refrain,
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May
© George MacDonald
1.
WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
Extracts From An Opera
© John Keats
1.
The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silve-proud,
Might as well be in a cloud.
Bibliolatres
© James Russell Lowell
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,
And thinking the great God is thine alone,
The Old Grey Squirrel
© Alfred Noyes
A great while ago there was a schoolboy
who lived in a cottage by the sea,
The Spirit Of Shakespeare
© George Meredith
Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured
He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell
An Officer Bewails The Neglect With Which He Is Treated
© Confucius
It floats about, that boat of cypress wood,
Now here, now there, as by the current borne.
Peace Not Permanence
© Robert Herrick
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.
Italy : 14. Venice
© Samuel Rogers
There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.
My Love
© James Russell Lowell
Not as all other women are
Is she that to my soul is dear;
Her glorious fancies come from far,
Beneath the silver evening-star,
And yet her heart is ever near.
The Bumboat Woman's Story
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief,
My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief!
For terrible sights I've seen, and dangers great I've run -
I'm nearly seventy now, and my work is almost done!
The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades
© George Meredith
He tells it, who knew the law
Upon mortals: he stood alive
Declaring that this he saw:
He could see, and survive.
Cradles
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
Along the quay, the great ships,
that ride the swell in silence,
take no notice of the cradles.
that the hands of the women rock.
Red Ridinghood
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: There's nothing much glummer
Than children whose talents appal.
One much prefers those that are dumber,
And as for the paragons small
If a swallow cannot make a summer.
It can bring on a summary fall!
