All Poems
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They won't frown alwayssome sweet Day
© Emily Dickinson
They won't frown alwayssome sweet Day
When I forget to tease
They'll recollect how cold I looked
And how I just said "Please."
I Took Your Face Into My Dreams
© Mathilde Blind
I took your face into my dreams,
It floated round me like a light;
Sonnet XXI.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pensive, at eve, on the hard world I mused,
And my poor heart was sad: so at the Moon
I gazed--and sighed, and sighed--for, ah! how soon
Eve saddens into night! Mine eyes perused,
Song Of Nobel Grief
© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
Oh, noble grief of the suffering soul
That into free verse bursts out...
Would you perchance take comfort
In adorning the world with jewels?
Ye Wives Who Scold & Fishes Sell
© Thomas Parnell
Ye Wives who scold & fishes sell,
Or sing & sell your fruit,
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh for a view, as from that cloudless height
Where the great Patriarch gazed upon the world,
Song - Shake off your heavy trance
© Beaumont and Fletcher
Shake off your heavy trance,
And leap into a dance,
Humildemente...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
"Tu carroza sonora
apaga repentina
el breve movimiento,
cual si fuesen las calles
una juguetería
que se quedo sin cuerda.
Fourth Sunday In Advent
© John Keble
Of the bright things in earth and air
How little can the heart embrace!
Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -
I know it well, but cannot trace.
The Comfort Of Obscurity
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Though earnest and industrious,
I still am unillustrious;
No papers empty purses
Printing verses
Such as mine.
The Song of Quoodle
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.
On Revisiting The Sea-Shore, After Long Absence, Under Strong Medical Recommendation Not To Bathe
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
God be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
How gladly greet I thee once more!
Ships and waves, and ceaseless motion,
And men rejoicing on thy shore.
Epitaph On A Child
© Henry James Pye
Cruel the pang to hear the struggling sigh,
Watch o'er the faded cheek and closing eye;
Lines For Music
© Frances Anne Kemble
False Love, take hence thy roses,
Give me the bitter Rue
That on my heart reposes,
Sorrow at least is true.
Ode To A Butterfly
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold,
Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds,
Mine is the Lifter of Mountains
© Mirabai
Mine is the lifter of mountains, the
cowherd, and none other.
Three Studies From A Portrait
© Margaret Widdemer
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OLD TALES
HER voice within the darkened room
Tells on old jests and tragedies
And little follies of her kin
And futile old nobilities:
I Didnt Win Light In A Windfall
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
I didnt win light in a windfall,
nor by deed of a fathers will.
I hewed my light from granite.
I quarried my heart.
Alma Desnuda
© Alfonsina Storni
SOY un alma desnuda en estos versos,
Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola
Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos.
The Departure of Summer
© Thomas Hood
Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,the linnetsings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.
