All Poems
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"`If you were mine, if you were mine"
© Alfred Austin
`If you were mine, if you were mine,
The day would dawn, the stars would shine,
Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, September 9,
© Francis Bret Harte
With scenes so adverse, what mysterious bond
Links our fair fortunes to the shores beyond?
Why come we here--last of a scattered fold--
To pour new metal in the broken mould?
To yield our tribute, stamped with Caesar's face,
To Caesar, stricken in the market-place?
The ghost Bereft
© Edith Nesbit
Thin cowered the hedges, the tall trees swayed
Like little children that shrank afraid.
If a Tree could Wander
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
An Address To Night
© Madison Julius Cawein
Like some sad spirit from an unknown shore
Thou comest with two children in thine arms:
After an Interval
© Walt Whitman
(November 22, 1875, MidnightSaturn and Mars in Conjunction)
AFTER an interval, reading, here in the midnight,
Sonnett - XIV
© James Russell Lowell
ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,
Monumental Inscription To William Northcot
© William Cowper
Care, vale! Sed non æternum, care, valeto!
Namque iterum tecum, sim modo dignus, ero
Tum nihil amplexus poterit divellere nostros,
Nec tu marcesces, nec lacrymabor ego.
The Ragwort
© Frances Darwin Cornford
THE thistles on the sandy flats
Are courtiers with crimson hats ;
The ragworts, growing up so straight,
Are emperors who stand in state,
And march about, so proud and bold,
In crowns of fairy-story gold.
The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgin-Martyr
© Robert Herrick
O thou, the wonder of all days!
O paragon, and pearl of praise!
O Virgin-martyr, ever blest
Above the rest
Of all the maiden-train! We come,
And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.
Fleet Street
© Arthur Henry Adams
BENEATH this narrow jostling street,
Unruffled by the noise of feet,
Lament
© Bliss William Carman
WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing
From a tree-top far away,
And the hills are touched with purple
At the borders of the day;
Comfort
© Archibald Lampman
So shall thy presence and thine every motion,
The grateful knowledge of thy sad devotion
Melt out the passionate hardness of his grief,
And break the flood-gates of thy pent-up soul.
He shall bow down beneath thy mute control,
And take thine hands, and weep, and find relief.
Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,
Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be,
Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity;
London To Folkestone (Half-Past One To Half-Past Five)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
A constant keeping-past of shaken trees,
And a bewildered glitter of loose road;
The Vicksburg Jail
© Anonymous
O, when the poar pris'ner is put in the jaile,
he is put in a cell and his doors are all bar'd
With a great long chane he is bound to the floor,
And dam thear mean soles thay can do nothing more.
The Roman Gravemounds
© Thomas Hardy
By Rome's dim relics there walks a man,
Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade;
I guess what impels him to scrape and scan;
Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed.
