Great poems
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"In this little school"
© Lesbia Harford
In this little school
Life goes so sweetly,
Day on azure day
Is lost completely.
The Antipodes.
© James Brunton Stephens
A TOWN, a river, hills and trees,
Blue-bounded by the boundless sky
Song: My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free
© Thomas Parnell
My days have been so wondrous free,
The little birds that fly
With careless ease from tree to tree,
Were but as bless'd as I.
The Wanderers Return
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling
Like night upon a grave. The city there,
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair,
Sonnett - VI
© James Russell Lowell
Great Truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of Eternity;
The Song Of Songs
© Madison Julius Cawein
I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,
Its radiant form went swinging like a star:
In its song prophetic voices mixed their sounds with trumpet-noises,
As when, loud, the World rejoices after war.
The Light of the Sun
© Kabir
THE light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright:
The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love's detachment beats the time.
Day and night, the chorus of music fills the heavens; and Kabîr says
"My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky."
Spring MCMXL
© David Gascoyne
London Bridge is falling down, Rome's burnt and Babylon
The Great is now but dust; yet still Spring must
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I
© John Kenyon
Yet the heart vents still more indignant blame,
Where Lawgivers their sullen codes proclaim,
And idly would constrain the creed within,
As if Belief were Crime, and ToleranceSin.
How Little Red Riding Hood Came To Be Eaten
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: There's nothing much glummer
Than children whose talents appall:
One much prefers those who are dumber,
But as for the paragons small,
If a swallow cannot make a summer
It can bring on a summary fall!
A Mystery
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
They are dying! they are dying! where the golden corn is growing,
They are dying! they are dying! where the crowded herds are lowing;
They are gasping for existence where the streams of life are flowing,
And they perish of the plague where the breeze of health is blowing!
English Eclogues V - The Witch
© Robert Southey
FATHER.
'Tis rare good luck;
I would have gladly given a crown for one
If t'would have done as well. But where did'st find it?
The Whistler
© Virna Sheard
Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way--
Oh high and low, and gay and sweet,
II: And As I Mused On All We Call Our Own
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
And as I mused on all we call our own,
And (in the words their passionate hope had taught
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
BUT anxious cares already seizd the queen:
She fed within her veins a flame unseen;
Ginevra
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE DIRGE.
Old winter was gone
In his weakness back to the mountains hoar,
And the spring came down
From the planet that hovers upon the shore
The Island Hawk
© Alfred Noyes
Hushed are the whimpering winds on the hill,
Dumb is the shrinking plain,
Satyr V. Verse
© Thomas Parnell
Thou soft Engager of my tender years
Divertive verse now come & ease my cares
English Eclogues III - The Funeral
© Robert Southey
The coffin as I past across the lane
Came sudden on my view. It was not here,
