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Endymion

© Oscar Wilde

You cannot choose but know my love,
For he a shepherd's crook doth bear,
And he is soft as any dove,
And brown and curly is his hair.

When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song

© Harry Kemp

When Ham and Shem and Japhet

They walked the capstan round

The Heart Of The Bruce

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

It was upon an April morn,
While yet the frost lay hoar,
We heard Lord James's bugle-horn
Sound by the rocky shore.

by William Shakespeare">Sonnet 128: "How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,..."

© William Shakespeare

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,

Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds

Oh, women and men who have known the perils of weather and wave,
It is sad that my sweet ones are blown under sea without shelter of grave;
I sob like a child in the night, when the gale on the waters is loud
My darlings went down in my sight, with neither a coffin nor shroud.

A Hymn Of Peace

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

SUNG AT THE "JUBILEE," JUNE 15, 1869,

TO THE MUSIC OF SELLER'S "AMERICAN HYMN"

Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.

A Maiden To Her Mirror

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;
And swore my round, full throat would bring despair
To Venus or to Psyche.

The Church-Porch. Perirrhanterium

© George Herbert

Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhance
Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,
Hearken unto a Vesper, who may chance
Ryme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure:
A verse may finde him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.

Aux Enfants Perdus

© Theodore de Banville

Sad eyes! the blue sea laughs as heretofore.
Ah, singing birds, your happy music pour;
Ah, poets, leave the sordid earth awhile;
Flit to these ancient gods we still adore:
"It may be we shall touch the happy isle."

Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I

© Samuel Butler

But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.

Spirit And Star.

© James Brunton Stephens

THROUGH the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space,

Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,

Lady That Hast my Heart

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard
His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill
Reverberates the softly spoken word,
So echoes of desire his bosom fill.

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.

"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.

Dark matrix she, from which the human soul

Ballade Of The Midnight Forest

© Andrew Lang

Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,
The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight:
Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray
There is the mystic home of our delight,
And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.

The First Swallow

The gorse is yellow on the heath,
The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,
The oaks are budding, and, beneath,
The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath,
The silver wreath, of May.

The Egyptian Lotus (In an Artificial Pond)

PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile,
'Tis strange to see thee on our western wave,
Far from those sandy shores that mile on mile,
Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave.

Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII

Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.