All Poems
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Little Nellie's Pa
© Alma Frances McCollum
OH! me and Nellie Barker live way down on William Street,
I'll bet you couldn't find another youngster half so sweet;
The Man Hunt
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE woods stretch wild to the mountain side,
And the brush is deep where a man may hide,
What Would They Say? - With original language version
© Alfonsina Storni
Would they go to watch me, covering the sidewalks?
Would they burn me like they burned enchantresses?
Would they ring the bells, calling to mass?
Tale XI
© George Crabbe
creed;
And those of stronger minds should never speak
(In his opinion) what might hurt the weak:
A man may smile, but still he should attend
His hour at church, and be the Church's friend,
What there he thinks conceal, and what he hears
The Hawk
© Leon Gellert
Upon a dark crag peering
Through half-eclipsed eye,
An eye unkind,
Dost meet the wind
With lifted head all-hearing
In the algid sky.
A Whaler's Confession
© Harry Kemp
Three long years a-sailing, three long years a-whaling,
Kicking through the ice floes, caught in calm or gale,
Lost in flat Sargasso seas, cursing at the prickly heat,
Going months without a sight of another sail.
Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED
Why did you love me? Was it not enough
That the world loved you, all the world and I?
Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff
Santa Christina
© Henry Van Dyke
Saints are God's flowers, fragrant souls
That His own hand hath planted,
At My Window After Sunset
© George MacDonald
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,
And in their sadness overflow and blend-
Faint gold, and windy blue, and green and gray:
Far out amid them my pale soul I send.
A Picture Of Husbandry
© Confucius
The plants will ear; within their sheath confined,
The grains will harden, and be good in kind.
Nor darnel these, nor wolf's-tail grass infests;
Patriotism.
© Robert Crawford
We die for home and country; dying thus,
The welfare of our land shall live with us.
To One Of Our Wounded
© William Henry Ogilvie
Old man, by your broad contented grin
And the gleam in your quiet eyes,
Unknown
© Edward Thomas
She is most fair,
And when they see her pass
The poets' ladies
Look no more in the glass
But after her.
Farewell To Frances
© George Moses Horton
Farewell! if ne'er I see thee more,
Though distant calls my flight impel,
I shall not less thy grace adore,
So friend, forever fare thee well.
Home From The Wars
© George MacDonald
A tattered soldier, gone the glow and gloss,
With wounds half healed, and sorely trembling knee,
Homeward I come, to claim no victory-cross:
I only faced the foe, and did not flee.
