All Poems
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"Why does she put me to many indignities"
© Lesbia Harford
Why does she put me to many indignities,
Shifts to prevent myself thinking upon her,
My golden Katie, who loveth not kisses?
I wear my new dresses and put on silk stockings,
All to prevent myself thinking upon her,
Who is more lovely than fair river-lilies.
Finale
© Madison Julius Cawein
So let it be. Thou wilt not say 't was I!
Here in life's temple, where thy soul may see,
The Old Pine Tree
© William Henry Drummond
"Listen my child," said the old pine
tree, to the little one nestling near,
The Legend Of A Pass Christian
© Harriet Monroe
A Live-oak grows by the shallow sea.
Rest under its boughs, I pray,
And hear of the piratebold was he
And the lady he stole away.
The Sensation Captain
© William Schwenck Gilbert
No nobler captain ever trod
Than CAPTAIN PARKLEBURY TODD,
So good - so wise - so brave, he!
But still, as all his friends would own,
He had one folly - one alone -
This Captain in the Navy.
Destruction
© Kostas Karyotakis
On the sand the great works of the human race are built,
and like a little child Time wrecks them with his foot.
Ashore At Dover
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
On landing, the first voice one hears is from
An English police-constable; a man
Idiot
© Allen Tate
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.
One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
To Charles Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
At The Grave Of A Spanish Friend
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Here lies who of two mighty realms was free;
The English-Spaniard, who lived England's good
Psalm LXXX. (80)
© John Milton
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Josephs seed,
Verse
© Nizar Qabbani
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Friends
The old word is dead.
The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Dead is the mind that led to defeat.
The Child
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Lone played the child within the magic wood,
Where fountains sang and sunshine ever glowed;
Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War
© John Donne
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,
And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?
Consolation
© Anonymous
The mother drew the baby to her knee,
And, smiling, said: "The stars shine soft tonight;
My world is fair; its edges sweet to me,
And whatsoever is, dear Lord, is right."
An Orators Complaint
© Robert Fuller Murray
How many the troubles that wait
On mortals!especially those
Who endeavour in eloquent prose
To expound their views, and orate.
