All Poems
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Disillusion
© John Le Gay Brereton
When fires have burnt your forest bare and black,
And you are parched and dizzy, and search in vain
Her Secret
© Thomas Hardy
That love's dull smart distressed my heart
He shrewdly learnt to see,
But that I was in love with a dead man
Never suspected he.
Hey Nelly Nelly
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window
Hey Nelly Nelly look at what I see
He's riding into town on a sway back mule
Got a tall black hat and he looks like a fool
He sure is talkin' like he's been to school
And it's 1853
My Heart
© George MacDonald
Night, with her power to silence day,
Filled up my lonely room,
Quenching all sounds but one that lay
Beyond her passing doom,
Where in his shed a workman gay
Went on despite the gloom.
The Happy Printer
© Henry Austin Dobson
The Printer's is a happy lot:
Alone of all professions,
No fateful smudges ever blot
His earliest "impressions."
Sonnet I. To My Brother George
© John Keats
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;
Peace Restored
© James Shirley
You virgins, that did late despair
To keep your wealth from cruel men,
The Fairies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The fairies, the fairies, from her blue eyes were peeping;
They blew her hair about you so you were lost, my dear.
With their charms and enchantments they lured and waylaid you,
So my love cannot comfort and my presence cannot cheer.
Love's Apotheosis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
How It Was
© Czeslaw Milosz
Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw.
Or perhaps it was for some other reason that I rose above the setting sun.
Me And The Mule
© Langston Hughes
My old mule,
He's gota grin on his face.
He's been a mule so long
He's forgotten about his race.
Aan 'n ou Boek
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
Op die solder, waar die rotte
Hulle neste het gebou,
Waar die vlermuise en motte
Elke aand kommissie hou,
Het ek jou gevinde, ou maat,
en jou maters lê daar nou.
August
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In drooping leaves of the plane
Hangs blue the early heat;
Stirless, a delicate shade
Sleeps on the parching street.
"You rosebud sweet and fair"
© Ambrosius Stub
You rosebud sweet and fair!
Close to, let me inspect you!
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
Dont Worry, Little Girl
© Edgar Albert Guest
Don't worry, little girl,
Don't you let one golden curl
Get awry.
The Bear-Story
© James Whitcomb Riley
THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"
W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out
Days And Days
© Madison Julius Cawein
The days that clothed white limbs with heat,
And rocked the red rose on their breast,
Have passed with amber-sandaled feet
Into the ruby-gated west.
The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter
© Matthew Prior
While we to Jove select the holy victim
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,
