All Poems
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Batuschka
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
From yonder gilded minaret
Beside the steel-blue Neva set,
I faintly catch, from time to time,
The sweet, aerial midnight chime-
"God save the Tsar!"
The Best Time Of The Day
© Raymond Carver
Cool summer nights.
Windows open.
Lamps burning.
Fruit in the bowl.
And your head on my shoulder.
These the happiest moments in the day.
Tim The Dragoon
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Be aisy an' list to a chune
That's sung of bowld Tim the Dragoon
Reason, The Use Of It In Divine Matters
© Abraham Cowley
Some blind themselves, 'cause possibly they may
Be led by others a right way;
Don Juan: Canto The Third
© George Gordon Byron
The isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.
To An Intruder
© Aline Murray Kilmer
BECAUSE I show a guarded face
To all the world but one or two,
And in my heart's most secret place
Consider lilies, why should you
Whose roses grow in common ground
Profane the cloister I have found?
Sonnet XLIII. London.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
BLACK in the midnight lies the City vast.
Its dim horizon from my window high
I see shut in beneath a misty sky
Red with the light a million lamp-fires cast
The Ice Palace
© William Cowper
Less worthy of applause, though more admired,
Because a novelty, the work of man,
The Acquittance
© Henry King
Not knowing who should my Acquittance take,
I know as little what discharge to make.
The favour is so great, that it out-goes
All forms of thankfulness I can propose,
Angel
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
Stringy Bark and Green Hide
© Anonymous
I sing of a commodity, it's one that will not fail yer,
I mean the common oddity, the mainstay of Australia;
Gold it is a precious thing, for commerce it increases,
But stringy bark and green hide, can beat it all to pieces.
Stringy bark and green hide, that will never fail yer!
Stringy bark and green hide, the mainstay of Australia.
Sunday Morning
© Louis MacNeice
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,
Departure
© Margaret Widdemer
IT was not when I plead with her,
And on a tragic day
Clung sobbing to her skirts of rose,
That Youth went away;
To Richard Watson Gilder
© Henry Austin Dobson
Old friends are best! And so to you
Again I send, in closer throng,
The Example of Vertu : Cantos VIII.-XIV.
© Stephen Hawes
Capitalum VIII.
Dame Sapyence taryed a lytell whyle
Behynd the other saynge to Dyscrecyon
And began on her to laugh and smyle
Reading 'Hamlet'
© Anna Akhmatova
And, as if in wrong occasion,
I said, "Thou," else...
And an easy smile of pleasure
Lit up dear face.
Bee-Master
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
I have known honey from the Syrian hills
Stored in cool jars; the wild acacia there
