Great poems
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The Apple-Tree
© Ann Taylor
OLD John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,
Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,
So juicy, so mellow, and red;
And when they were ripe, he disposed of his store,
To children or any who pass'd by his door,
To buy him a morsel of bread.
St. George
© Emile Verhaeren
Opening the mists on a sudden through,
An Avenue!
Then, all one ferment of varied gold,
With foam of plumes where the chamfrom bends
Round his horse's head, that no bit doth hold,
St. George descends!
A Poem Dedicated To The Memory Of The Late Learned And Eminent Mr. William Law, Professor Of Philoso
© Robert Blair
In silence to suppress my griefs I've tried,
And kept within its banks the swelling tide!
But all in vain: unbidden numbers flow;
Spite of myself my sorrows vocal grow.
The Broken Field
© Sara Teasdale
My soul is a dark ploughed field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.
The Old Man with the Broken Arm
© Bai Juyi
At Hsin-fëngan old manfour-score and eight;
The hair on his head and the hair of his eyebrowswhite as the new snow.
Evening Prayer
© Edith Nesbit
NOT to the terrible God, avenging, bright,
Whose altars struck their roots in flame and blood,
Morts De Quatre-Vingt-Douze (Dead Of '92)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Morts de Quatre-vingt-douze et de Quatre-vingt-treize,
Qui, pâles du baiser fort de la liberté,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pèse
Sur l'âme et sur le front de toute humanité ;
The Convocation: A Poem
© Richard Savage
The Pagan prey on slaughter'd Wretches Fates,
The Romish fatten on the best Estates,
The British stain what Heav'n has right confest,
And Sectaries the Scriptures falsly wrest.
Father, I Know That All My Life
© Anna Laetitia Waring
I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.
"I Was Born In the Right Time..."
© Anna Akhmatova
I was born in the right time, in whole,
Only this time is one that is blessed,
But great God did not let my poor soul
Live without deceit on this earth.
A Redeemer
© Robinson Jeffers
But when I am dead and all you with whole
hands think of nothing but happiness,
Will you go mad and kill each other? Or horror come over
the ocean on wings and cover your sun?
I wish," he said trembling, "I had never been born."
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Second Dialogue=
© Giordano Bruno
MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which is
written: Levius aura; which means that Divine love does not weigh down,
nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but
raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.
The Beggar Maid
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go
To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe.
Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the middle of the town,
From its fountains in the hills,
Tumbling through the narrow gorge,
The Canneto rushes down,
Turns the great wheels of the mills,
Lifts the hammers of the forge.
To My Dog,"Quien Sabe"
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
(In the Happy Hunting Grounds)
Did the phantom hills seem strange, Quien,
When you left the light for the ghostly land?
Do you dream of the open range, Quien,
The tang of sage and the sun-warmed sand?
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius
© Robert Browning
Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.
A Song Of Parting
© Edith Nesbit
QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song
The richest crown a poet ever wore,
Since I have given you songs a whole year long,
Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more.
