All Poems
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To Mrs. Mary Caesar
© Mary Barber
I read in your delighted Face,
The Nuptial Bands are ty'd:
From me congratulate her Grace,
Young Portland's lovely Bride.
Reminiscence
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a child's eyes.
To any army wife
© Sappho
Some say a cavalry corps,
some infantry, some again,
will maintain that the swift oars
The Chain I Gave: From The Turkish
© George Gordon Byron
The chain I gave was fair to view,
The lute I added sweet in sound;
The heart that offer'd both was true,
And ill deserved the fate it found.
Champlain: First Canadian
© John Daniel Logan
Intrepid, constant, nobly pure and strong
First citizen of Canada's domain,
Behold this ancient city is thy fane
And thy compatriots raise thy name in song.
Look downward from thy lofty resting-place
And mark the regnancy of thy just ways.
The Young Soldier
© Katharine Tynan
Since you were so young, child, I shall
Not fear your noon or even-fall,
Nor dread you are taken unawares,
Nor weary Heaven with many prayers.
Truth and Falsehood
© Robert Herrick
Truth by her own simplicity is known,
Falsehood by varnish and vermilion.
Thanksgiving To God, For His House
© Robert Herrick
Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
On Himself
© Walter Savage Landor
I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I lovd, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
The Punishment Of Loke
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke,
A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds,
And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas,
Far as the teeming wastes of Jotunheim,
To punish Loke for all his wily crimes.
Another Way
© Ambrose Bierce
I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
"May God be merciful." She spoke my name,
And added, "It is strange to think him dead.
In The Grass.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis as if I saw it all sat now in the grass, and heard
The soft warm wind in my ears like the lilt of a lonely bird;
Sat now in the grasses so saw, but said never a word.
The two of them in the wood, below me there by the rill;
Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
SWEET boy! before thy lips can learn
In speech thy wishes to make known,
Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
Heard in thy music's tone.
The Camp Fire
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When night hung low and dew fell damp,
There fell athwart the shadows
Lines.I cannot sleep
© Louisa Stuart Costello
I cannot sleepmy nights glide on
In one unbroken thought of thee;
Flos Lunae
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
I would not alter thy cold eyes,
Nor trouble the calm fount of speech
With aught of passion or surprise.
The heart of thee I cannot reach:
I would not alter thy cold eyes!
The Weeds Counsel
© Bliss William Carman
SAID a traveller by the way
Pausing, "What hast thou to say,
Flower by the dusty road,
That would ease a mortal's load?"
Waiting
© John Burroughs
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
When Pa Gets Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'M allus glad when my Pa gets back
From the shu-shu cars and the railroad track,
