All Poems
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In Snow-Time
© Anonymous
How should I chose to walk the world with thee,
Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirred
By summer breezes, and each leafy tree
Shelters the nest of many a singing bird?
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death
© Lucretius
Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear,
I saw thyself with many a smiling line
Upon thy cheerful face, Joy's livery wear,
While those fair planets on thy streams did shine.
The Charge Of The Mule Brigade
© Anonymous
When can their glory fade?
Oh, what a wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Mule Brigade,
Long-eared two hundred!
Kisses
© William Strode
My love and I for kisses play'd,
Shee would keepe stake, I was content,
But when I wonne shee would be paid;
This made mee aske her what she meant.
Pray, since I see (quoth shee) your wrangling vayne,
Take your owne kisses, give me myne againe.
When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When the cows come home the milk is coming,
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
Multitudes Turn In Darkness
© Conrad Aiken
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,
The stars wheel out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us; a Vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
On Reading A Dictacted Letter
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Dear Friend, methinks when thus thy plenary soul
Speaks from yon pale default that lies so low,
"In Human Closeness There..."
© Anna Akhmatova
In human closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
And hearts be burst asunder with the love.
King Solomon and the Ants
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Out from Jerusalem
The king rode with his great
War chiefs and lords of state,
And Sheba's queen with them;
To wait an Houris long
© Emily Dickinson
To wait an Houris long
If Love be just beyond
To wait Eternityis short
If Love reward the end
Autumn.
© Ada Cambridge
So still-so still! Only the endless sighing
Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead;
Only the soft mass-music for the dying;
Only the requiem for the newly dead!
When the Leaves Fall
© James Brunton Stephens
WHEN the leaves fall off the trees
Everybody walks on them :
Once they had a time of ease
High above, and every breeze
Used to stay and talk to them.
A Pastoral in Three Parts
© John Cunningham
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night:
And the lark to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
Can a Maid That Is Well Bred
© Martin Peerson
Can a maid that is well bred,
Hath a blush so lovely red,
Modest looks, wise, mild, discreet,
And a nature passing sweet,
Meeting In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
Through ferns and moss the path wound to
A hollow where the touchmenots
Swung horns of honey filled with dew;
And where--like foot-prints--violets blue
And bluets made sweet sapphire blots,
'Twas there that she had passed he knew.
The Night
© Ada Cambridge
Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?
Gleaners Of Fame
© Alfred Austin
Hearken not, friend, for the resounding din
That did the Poet's verses once acclaim:
