Great poems
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The Towers of Time
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
(There is never a crack in the ivory tower
Or a hinge to groan in the house of gold
Or a leaf of the rose in the wind to wither
And she grows young as the world grows old.
A Woman clothed with the sun returning
to clothe the sun when the sun is cold.)
How It Happened
© James Whitcomb Riley
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--
And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
The Ladder Of St. Augustine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
Hymn Written Among The Alps
© Helen Maria Williams
CREATION'S GOD ! with thought elate,
Thy hand divine I see
Impressed on scenes, where all is great,
Where all is full of thee!
Man's Knowledge - Ingorance in the Mysteries of God
© William Henry Drummond
Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep
Of inaccessible and dimming light,
To A Late Comer
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
Why didst thou come into my life so late?
If it were morning I could welcome thee
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
© William Wordsworth
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours
There close the peaceful lives of flowers?
A New Temperance Poem, in Memory of My Departed Parents
© William Topaz McGonagall
My parents were sober living, and often did pray
For their family to abstain from intoxicating drink alway;
Because they knew it would lead them astray
Which no God fearing man will dare to gainsay.
Marianne's Dream
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
1.
A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,
Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!
Ambition And Content: A Fable
© Mark Akenside
Thus spoke the fair; and straight she bent her way
To the tall mountain, where the cottage lay:
Arriv'd she makes her chang'd condition known;
Tells how the rebels drove her from the throne;
What painful, dreary wilds she'd wander'd o'er;
And shelter from the tyrant doth implore.
A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest
© Walt Whitman
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
Wild Flowers
© George MacDonald
Content Primroses,
With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,
Dreamer, Say
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dreamer, say, will you dream for me
A wild sweet dream of a foreign land,
Autumn At The Orchard
© Edgar Albert Guest
The sumac's flaming scarlet on the edges o' the lake,
An' the pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' shake.
Revelation
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,
O man of God! our hope and faith
The Elements and Stars assail,
And the awed spirit holds its breath,
Blown over by a wind of death.
The Anglers Reveille
© Henry Van Dyke
What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night,
And all the little watchman-stars have fallen asleep in light,
'Tis then a merry wind awakes, and runs from tree to tree,
And borrows words from all the birds to sound the reveille.
A Pleasant Invective Against Printing
© Henry Austin Dobson
"O for a lodge in some vast wilderness!"
Some region unapproachable of Print,
Where never cablegram could gain access,
And telephones were not, nor any hint
Of tidings new or old, but Man might pipe
His soul to Nature,- careless of the Type!
