All Poems
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Ballad Of The Armada
© Henry Austin Dobson
GLORIANA! the Don may attack us
Whenever his stomach be fain;
He must reach us before he can rack us, -
And where are the galleons of Spain?
Strange Restaurant
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I said, "I'll take the T-bone steak."
A soft voice mooed, "Oh wow."
And I looked up and realized
The waitress was a cow.
Prelude: The Troops
© Siegfried Sassoon
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom
Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals
Satires Of Circumstance In Fifteen Glimpses: In The Study
© Thomas Hardy
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
Thy Heart
© George MacDonald
Make not of thy heart a casket,
Opening seldom, quick to close;
But of bread a wide-mouthed basket,
Or a cup that overflows.
English Eclogues IV - The Sailor's Mother
© Robert Southey
WOMAN.
Sir for the love of God some small relief
To a poor woman!
Once More, the Round
© Theodore Roethke
What's greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can be known? The Unknown.
Sonnet XXI. The Pines And The Sea.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach,
Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,
The long blue level of the ocean shines.
The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining speech,
Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
My pensive Sara, thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered jasmine and the broad-leaved myrtle
A Ballad of Gentleness
© Geoffrey Chaucer
The firste stock-father of gentleness,
What man desireth gentle for to be,
Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn
© George Meredith
The crimson-footed nymph is panting up the glade,
With the wine-jar at her arm-pit, and the drunken ivy-braid
Round her forehead, breasts, and thighs: starts a Satyr, and they
speed:
Hear the crushing of the leaves: hear the cracking of the bough!
And the whistling of the bramble, the piping of the weed!
Memento
© Charles Cros
Les êtres trépignants, amoureux de lutile,
Passent le temps fuyard à des combinaisons
Dactions au porteur, de canaux, de maisons
De commerce, où leur sens séteint ou se mutile.
The Black Virgin
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Upon the Kings happy return from Scotland
© Henry King
So breaks the day when the returning Sun
Hath newly through his Winter Tropick run,
As You (Great Sir!) in this regress come forth
From the remoter Climate of the North.
Mercury And The Elephant
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Or shou'd my Friends Excuses frame,
And beg the Criticks not to blame
(Since from a Female Hand it came)
Defects in Judgment, or in Wit;
They'd but reply - Then has she Writ!
A Hymn
© Helen Maria Williams
While thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
The Bartholdi Statue
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The land, that, from the rule of kings,
In freeing us, itself made free,
Our Old World Sister, to us brings
Her sculptured Dream of Liberty,
Unfulfilled
© Madison Julius Cawein
In my dream last night it seemed I stood
With a boy's glad heart in my boyhood's wood.
