All Poems
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The Origin Of Didactic Poetry
© James Russell Lowell
When wise Minerva still was young
And just the least romantic,
After Paul Verlaine-IV
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
The sky is up above the roof
So blue, so soft!
A tree there, up above the roof,
Swayeth aloft.
The Operation Of Faith
© John Bunyan
The word of faith unto me pardon brings,
Shows me the ground and reason whence it springs:
The Earth's Shame
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Name not his deed: in shuddering and in haste
We dragged him darkly o'er the windy fell:
That night there was a gibbet in the waste,
And a new sin in hell.
To Pfrimmer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
(Lines on reading "Driftwood.")
Driftwood gathered here and there
A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Popes Life
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,
'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;
'Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow,
When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know.
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
On The Discoveries Of Captain Lewis (January 14, 1807)
© Joel Barlow
Let the Nile cloak his head in the clouds, and defy
The researches of science and time;
Let the Niger escape the keen traveller's eye,
By plunging or changing his clime.
A Dead March
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
PLAY me a march, low-tond and slowa march for a silent tread,
Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the silent dead,
The Request
© Abraham Cowley
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do?
Me still the cruel boy does spare;
A Lown Nicht
© George MacDonald
Rose o' my hert,
Open yer leaves to the lampin mune;
Into the curls lat her keek an' dert,
She'll tak the colour but gie ye tune.
Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Alas! this is not what I thought life was.
I knew that there were crimes and evil men,
Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass
Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.
Andromeda
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
Sonnet LIX: Love's Last Gift
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,
And said: The rose-tree and the apple-tree
The Joy Of Grief
© John Kenyon
"In vain you touch that answering wire,
Attuned to softest notes of peace;
Song: Go, lovely rose!
© Edmund Waller
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
More Poets Yet!
© Henry Austin Dobson
"More Poets yet!"-I hear him say,
Arming his heavy hand to slay;-
"Despite my skill and 'swashing blow,"
They seem to sprout where'er I go;-
I killed a host but yesterday!"
My Ladys Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean
© Jonathan Swift
Sure never did man see
A wretch like poor Nancy,
So teazed day and night
By a Dean and a Knight.
Latakia
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
O Love, if you were only here
Beside me in this mellow light,
Though all the bitter winds should blow,
And all the ways be choked with snow,
'Twould be a true Arabian night!
