All Poems
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After The Marne, Joffre Visited The Front By Car
© Filippo Tommaso Marinetti
Marinetti's work combines art and poetry into a form form he called parole in liberte (words in freedom).
An Appeal
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
My Groom And Friend
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
My groom and friend came from afar.
I kiss your feet!
Fatherhood
© William Barnes
Let en zit, wi' his dog an' his cat,
Wi' their noses a-turn'd to the vier,
Villanelle Of Acheron
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
By the pale marge of Acheron,
Me thinks we shall pass restfully,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
"My lovely pixie, my good companion"
© Lesbia Harford
My lovely pixie, my good companion,
You do not love me, bed-mate of mine,
Save as a child loves,
Careless of loving,
Within The Veil
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She holds a lily in her hand,
Where long ranks of Angels stand,
A silver lily for her wand.
At Eleusis
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MEN of Eleusis, ye that with long staves
Sit in the market-houses, and speak words
The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII
© Edmund Spenser
THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON,
OR OF TEMPERAUNCECANTO XIIxlii
The Story Without End
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Before my time my kindred were
As felons in their land,
In A Letter To C. P. Esq. Ill With The Rheumatism
© William Cowper
Grant me the Muse, ye gods! whose humble flight
Seeks not the mountain-top's pernicious height:
Living Monuments
© Edgar Albert Guest
OUR children are our monuments,
The little ones we leave behind,
If they are good and brave and kind,
And labor here with true intents,
Our lives and work perpetuate
Far more than marble tablets great.
Celebrating The Industry Of King Wan's Queen
© Confucius
Sweet was the scene. The spreading dolichos
Extended far, down to the valley's depths,
With leaves luxuriant. The orioles
Fluttered around, and on the bushy trees
In throngs collected--whence their pleasant notes
Resounded far in richest melody.
Marianna Alcoforando
© Sara Teasdale
But I have seen my day grow calm again.
The sun sets slowly on a peaceful world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.
Swallow Flight
© Sara Teasdale
I love my hour of wind and light,
I love men's faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit's veering flight
Like swallows under evening skies.
