All Poems
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An Apology
© Anne Bradstreet
To finish what's begun, was my intent,
My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent;
Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew
© William Ernest Henley
Some starlit garden grey with dew,
Some chamber flushed with wine and fire,
What matters where, so I and you
Are worthy our desire?
Dawgs of War
© Henry Lawson
See across the early snow, far across the plain,
Where the clouds are grey and low and winter comes again;
By the sand-dune and the marshand forest black and dumb
As dusky white as their winters night, the Russian wolf-hounds come!
(Silence for a while.)
Twilight
© James Montgomery
I love thee, Twilight! as thy shadows roll,
The calm of evening steals upon my soul,
Lady Acheson Weary Of The Dean
© Jonathan Swift
The Dean would visit Market-hill;
Our invitation was but slight;
I saidwhyLet him if he will,
And so I bid Sir Arthur write.
I Cast My Net Into The Sea
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
Gazing At Mount Tai
© Du Fu
For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
Written In Very Early Youth
© William Wordsworth
CALM is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
In an Almshouse
© Augusta Davies Webster
They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.
An Ode In Blessed Memory Of Her Majesty The Empress Anna Ivanovna On The Victory Over The Turks And
© Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
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A sudden bliss has seized my mind,
Up In The Tree
© George MacDonald
What would you see, if I took you up
My little aerie-stair?
You would see the sky like a clear blue cup
Turned upside down in the air.
Present And Future
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Look, as a mother bending o'er her boy,
The sleeping boy that in her bosom lies,
Gazes upon him in a trance of joy
With earnest, infinitely tender eyes,
Jack The Giant Killer
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Bad Boy's Version_.
Tell you a story--an' it's a fac':--
Death and Night
© James Benjamin Kenyon
The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze;
The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills;
