All Poems
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Old Letters
© Norman Rowland Gale
Last night some yellow letters fell
From out a scrip I found by chance;
Sir Walter Scott At The Tomb Of The Stuarts In St. Peters
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Eve's tinted shadows slowly fill the fane
Where Art has taken almost Nature's room,
While still two objects clear in light remain,
An alien pilgrim at an alien tomb.--
The Trust
© Katharine Tynan
To you, O Sr Therèse of Lisieux,
Fresh as a morning rose in morning dew,
We give our men in keeping:
Watch them waking, watch them sleeping.
Lest our hearts should break, O keep trust and be true!
The Imported Servant
© Henry Lawson
The Blue Sky arches oer mountain and valley,
The scene is as fair as a scene can be,
On The Photograph Of A Corps Commander
© Herman Melville
Ay, man is manly. Here you see
The warrior-carriage of the head,
And brave dilation of the frame;
And lighting all, the soul that led
In Spottsylvania's charge to victory,
Which justifies his fame.
Sonnets of the Empire: Dawn at Liverpool
© Archibald Thomas Strong
The Sunlight laughs along the serried stone
About whose feet the wastrel tide runs free;
The Swagless Swaggie
© Edward Harrington
This happened many years ago
Before the bush was cleared,
When every man was six foot high
And wore a flowing beard.
Greedy Richard
© Ann Taylor
"I THINK I want some pies this morning,"
Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's.
The Old Place
© Blanche Edith Baughan
SO the last days come at last, the close of my fifteen year
The end of the hope, an the struggles, an messes Ive put in here.
The Sundew
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
A LITTLE marsh-plant, yellow green,
And pricked at lip with tender red.
Tread close, and either way you tread
Some faint black water jets between
Lest you should bruise the curious head.
Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats
© Sylvia Plath
Old Ella Mason keeps cats, eleven at last count,
In her ramshackle house off Somerset Terrace;
People make queries
On seeing our neighbor's cat-haunt,
Saying: Something's addled in a woman who accommodates
That many cats.
Eclogue:--Father Come Hwome
© William Barnes
The teäties must be ready pretty nigh;
Do teäke woone up upon the fork' an' try.
The ceäke upon the vier, too, 's a-burnèn,
I be afeärd: do run an' zee, an' turn en.
A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss
© Harry Graham
I'd sooner gather anything,
Like primroses, or news perhaps,
Or even wool (when suffering
A momentary mental lapse);
But could forego my share of moss,
Nor ever realize the loss.
An Invitation to Mr Liu
© Bai Juyi
Green lees of beer that's newly brewed,
A little stove of red clay burns.
As evening comes, the sky's about to snow,
Can you drink one cup with me?
In A Cafe
© Francis Ledwidge
Kiss the maid and pass her round,
Lips like hers were made for many.
Our loves are far from us to-night,
But these red lips are sweet as any.
Krishna Learning To Walk
© Sant Surdas
Hands stretched out hesitantly,
A foot on the ground unstably,
A Requiem
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Neobule, being tired,
Far too tired to laugh or weep,
From the hours, rosy and gray,
Hid her golden face away.
Neobule, fain of sleep,
Slept at last as she desired!
