All Poems
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Homily
© Allen Tate
If your tired unspeaking head
Rivet the dark with linear sight,
Crazed by a warlock with his curse
Dreamed up in some loquacious bed,
And if the stage-dark head rehearse
The fifth act of the closing night,
'Ware Wire!
© Jessie Pope
WHEN the beagles are running like steam,
When the plough is as sticky as glue,
In Memoriam XV
© Alfred Tennyson
TO-NIGHT the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day;
Corfu
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou pleasant Island, whose rich garden--shores
Have had a long--lived fame of loveliness,
Recorded in the historic song, that framed
The unknown Poet of an unknown time,
Little Nellie In The Prison
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The chaplain, with a father's gentlest grace,
Kissed the small ruffled brow, the pleading face:
"Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings still,
Praise is perfected," thought he; thus, his will
Blended with hers, and through those gates of sin,
Black, even at noontide, sire and child passed in.
The Three Horses
© George MacDonald
What shall I be?-I will be a knight
Walled up in armour black,
With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.
And a spear that will not crack-
So black, so blank, no glimmer of light
Will betray my darkling track.
Sonnet To Satan
© Sylvia Plath
In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind
somersaults to counterfeit eclipse;
bright angels black out over logic's land
under shutter of their handicaps.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXII. -- The Nun Of Nida
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the convent of Drontheim,
Alone in her chamber
Knelt Astrid the Abbess,
At midnight, adoring,
Beseeching, entreating
The Virgin and Mother.
Moonsong At Morning
© Sylvia Plath
O moon of illusion,
enchanting men
with tinsel vision
along the vein,
Ormuzd And Ahriman. The Overture.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Ah, what are all the discords of all time
But stumbling steps of one persistent life
That struggles up through mists to heights sublime
Forefelt through all creation's lingering strife:
The deathless motion of one undertone,
Whose deep vibrations thrill from God to God alone!
The Color Sergeant
© James Weldon Johnson
Under a burning tropic sun,
With comrades around him lying,
A trooper of the sable Tenth
Lay wounded, bleeding, dying.
Morning Song
© Sara Teasdale
A DIAMOND of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
The Voice
© Sara Teasdale
ATOMS as old as stars,
Mutation on mutation,
Millions and millions of cells
Dividing yet still the same,
Anglicised Utopia
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses,
Which empties our police courts, and abolishes divorces.
Couplet 3
© Amir Khusro
Farsi Couplet:
Dilam dar aashiqui aawareh shud aawareh tar baada,
Tanam az bedilee beechareh shud beechareh tar baada.
Snow
© William Wilfred Campbell
Down out of heaven,
Frost-kissed
And wind driven,
Flake upon flake,
Over forest and lake,
Cometh the snow.
