All Poems
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A Dead Statesman
© Rudyard Kipling
I could not dig; I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
NewsFfrom St. James's.
© Mary Barber
The Cretan Sage began the Charge,
Recounted all his Crimes at large;
His Insincerity, and Pride,
His Hundred evil Arts beside;
Arts, thinly veil'd with Virtue's Guise,
The modern Statesmens Scheme to rise.
The Force of Argument
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Lord B. was a nobleman bold
Who came of illustrious stocks,
He was thirty or forty years old,
And several feet in his socks.
After The Battle
© Victor Marie Hugo
MY father, hero of benignant mien,
On horseback visited the gory scene,
The Little Dancers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky
Dreams; and lonely, below, the little street
Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.
Scarcely the dumb roar enters this soft retreat;
The Fire Bells Are Ringing
© Henry Clay Work
One, two, three-hark, hark, boys!
One, two, three, four!
The Princes' Qust - Part the Fourth
© William Watson
So spake the Spirit unto him that dreamed,
And suddenly that world of shadow seemed
More shadowy; and all things began to blend
Together: and the dream was at an end.
Song On Peace
© William Cowper
No longer I follow a sound;
No longer a dream I pursue;
Oh happiness! not to be found,
Unattainable treasure, adieu!
Poetry and Prose
© Charles Harpur
What is the true difference twixt Prose and Rhyme,
Since both may be beautiful, both be sublime?
Nor in subject, nor treatment, nor passion it bides
But breathes through a certain rich something besides.
The Open Door
© Alfred Noyes
O Mystery of life,
That, after all our strife,
Defeats, mistakes,
Just as, at last, we see
The road to victory,
The tired heart breaks.
Old Fashioned Remedies
© Edgar Albert Guest
Seems the kitchen stove back then always had a pan or two
Brewing up a remedy for the ailments which we knew,
Something mother said we'd need surely in a little while,
Senna tea for stomach ills and its brother chamomile;
But I vow the worst of all remedies they gave to me
Was that gummy, sticky stuff known and served as flaxseed tea.
The Fifteen Acres
© James Brunton Stephens
I cling and swing
On a branch, or sing
Through the cool, clear hush of Morning, O:
Or fling my wing
Fare Thee Well
© George Gordon Byron
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
The Mother's Lesson
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Come hither an' sit on my knee, Willie,
Come hither an' sit on my knee,
To a Lady Singing a Song of His Composing
© Edmund Waller
Chloris! yourself you so excel,
When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought,
That, like a spirit, with this spell
Of my own teaching, I am taught.
LA PIGGION DE CASA (The Rent)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Nun pòi sbajà ssi vòi. Qua ssu la dritta,
Ner comincio der Vicolo der Branca,
Doppo tre o quattro porte a manimanca
Te viè in faccia una pietra tutta scritta.
Dialogue En Route
© Sylvia Plath
If only something would happen!
sighed Eve, the elevator-girl ace,
to Adam the arrogant matador
as they shot past the forty-ninth floor
in a rocketing vertical clockcase,
fast as a fallible falcon.
A Harvest Scene
© Gilbert White
Wak'd by the gentle gleamings of the morn,
Soon clad, the reaper, provident of want
Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem
© John Keats
"With such remorseless speed still come new woes,
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.
Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."
