Great poems
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Mabel Martin
© John Greenleaf Whittier
PROEM.
I CALL the old time back: I bring my lay
in tender memory of the summer day
When, where our native river lapsed away,
Jock O The Side
© Andrew Lang
Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,
But I wat they had better staid at hame;
For Mitchell o Winfield he is dead,
And my son Johnie is prisner tane?
With my fa ding diddle, la la dew diddle.
Peacock Display
© David Wagoner
He approaches her, trailing his whole fortune,
Perfectly cocksure, and suddenly spreads
The huge fan of his tail for her amazement.
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
© Walt Whitman
COME, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!
The Little Old-Fashioned Church
© Edgar Albert Guest
THE little old-fashioned church, with the pews that were straight-backed and plain,
Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain,
And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;
The Village: Book I
© George Crabbe
The village life, and every care that reigns
O'er youthful peasants and declining swains;
On the Great Atlantic Rainway
© Kenneth Koch
I set forth one misted white day of June
Beneath the great Atlantic rainway, and heard:
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Matron was she of a great Roman house,
And wed in youth to one she might not love;
Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,
Such as all noblest virtues most behove.
mulberry fields
© Paul Celan
they thought the field was wasting
and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and
Songs from the Plays - Fear No More the Heat o the Sun
© William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o the sun,
Nor the furious winters rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and taen thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
The Boy and the Mantle
© Thomas Percy
In the third day of May,
To Carleile did come
A kind curteous child,
That cold much of wisdome.
Bears at Raspberry Time
© Hayden Carruth
Fear. Three bears
are not fear, mother
and cubs come berrying
in our neighborhood
Sonnet. "If there were any power in human love"
© Frances Anne Kemble
If there were any power in human love,
Or in th' intensest longing of the heart,
To my Dear Friend Mr. Congreve on his Comedy Call'd the Double Dealer
© John Dryden
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;
The present age of wit obscures the past:
Sonnet 114: "Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,..."
© William Shakespeare
Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Haymaking
© Edward Thomas
Aftear night’s thunder far away had rolled
The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold,
Stray Birds 51 - 60
© Rabindranath Tagore
51
YOUR idol is shattered in the dust
to prove that God's dust is greater than
your idol.
"The Spacious Firmament"
© Joseph Addison
In Reason's Ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious Voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
The Hand that made us is Divine.
Monet Refuses the Operation
© Paul Eluard
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
Amoretti LXVI: "To all those happy blessings which ye have"
© Edmund Spenser
To all those happy blessings which ye have,
With plenteous hand by heaven upon you thrown:
