All Poems
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Para El Zenzontle Impavido
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mas ya el sueño me vence… El zenzontle prolonga
su confesión melódica frente a las potestades
enemigas, y corto aqui mi panegírico
para el zenzontle impávido, virgen y confesor.
To HisOwn Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Six.
Ponderous. The chimes of a clock.
Render unto Caesar ... render unto God...
But wheres
someone like me to dock?
Where11 I find a lair?
The Kick Under The Table
© Edgar Albert Guest
After a man has been married awhile,
And his wife has grown used to his manner
Magni Nominnus Umbra
© Robert Fuller Murray
St. Andrews! not for ever thine shall be
Merely the shadow of a mighty name,
The remnant only of an ancient fame
Which time has crumbled, as thy rocks the sea.
Impending Doom
© Wilhelm Busch
Es machen sich die Fliegen
Ein luftig Tanzvergnüge n.
Der Frosch, der denkt: Nur munter!
Ihr kommt schon noch herunter!
Soft, Low and Sweet
© Johannes Carl Andersen
Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day,
And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray
Of the wide sky, far, far into whose deep
The rath lark soars, and scatters down the steep
His runnel song, that skyey roundelay.
In The Dials
© William Ernest Henley
To GARRYOWEN upon an organ ground
Two girls are jigging. Riotously they trip,
II from Lifes Testament
© William Baylebridge
The brain, the blood, the busy thews
That quickened in the primal ooze
Support me yet; till ice shall grip
The heart of Earth, no strength theyll lose.
Autumn Violets
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring:
Of if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves,
The Bagman's Dog: Mr. Peters's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
It was a litter, a litter of five,
Four are drown'd and one left alive,
He was thought worthy alone to survive;
And the Bagman resolved upon bringing him up,
To eat of his bread, and to drink of his cup,
He was such a dear little cock-tail'd pup.
Madeleine Vercheres
© William Henry Drummond
I've told you many a tale, my child, of the
old heroic days
The Night Bird: A Myth
© Charles Kingsley
A floating, a floating
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing bird
Upon the topmost tree.
The Nap Taker
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
No - I did not take a nap -
The nap - took - me
off the bed and out the window
far beyond the sea,
Autumn Woods
© William Cullen Bryant
Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
To A Friend, In Answer To A Melancholy Letter
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Away, those cloudy looks, that lab'ring sigh,
The peevish offspring of a sickly hour!
Nor meanly thus complain of fortune's power,
When the blind gamester throws a luckless die.
The Child In The Garden
© Henry Van Dyke
When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
Sleeping on a Night of Autumn Rain
© Bai Juyi
It's cold this night in autumn's third month,
Peacefully within, a lone old man.
We Were Four Sisters
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
We were four sisters, four sisters were we,
All four of us loved, but had different "becauses:"
One loved because father and mother told her to,
another loved because her lover was rich,
the third loved because he was a famous artist,
and I loved because I fell in love.
Farewell To A Singer
© Robert Fuller Murray
As those who hear a sweet bird sing,
And love each song it sings the best,
Grieve when they see it taking wing
And flying to another nest:
