All Poems
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To France
© Frederick George Scott
What is the gift we have given thee, Sister?
What is the trust we have laid in thy hand?
Hearts of our bravest, our best, and our dearest,
Blood of our blood we have sown in thy land.
The Funeral
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
MARK you not yon sad procession;
'Mid the ruin'd abbey's gloom,
Hastening to the worm's possession,
To the dark and silent tomb!
Exile
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I chose the place where I would rest
When death should come to claim me,
With the red-rose roots to wrap my breast
And a quiet stone to name me.
Madam and the Census Man
© Langston Hughes
The census man,
The day he came round,
Wanted my name
To put it down.
Influence
© Edgar Albert Guest
This I think as I go my way:
What can matter the words I say,
And what can matter the false or true
Of any deed I am moved to do?
Lines -- Far, Far Away, O Ye
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Far, far away, O ye
Halcyons of Memory,
Seek some far calmer nest
Because Thou Art
© Sri Aurobindo
Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss,
My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee ;
It bears Thy mystic touch in all that is
And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy.
The Violet
© Jones Very
Thou tellest truths unspoken yet by man
By this thy lonely home and modest look;
To O.W. Holmes. On His Birthday
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DEAR Doctor, whose blandly invincible pen
Has honored so of tell your great fellowmen
With your genius and virtues, who doubts it is true
That the world owes in turn, a warm tribute to you?
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day's first golden cup.
Brother Artist
© George MacDonald
Brother artist, help me; come!
Artists are a maimed band:
I have words but not a hand;
Thou hast hands though thou art dumb.
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Chester
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Chester,
Whom several small children did pester;
They threw some large stones,
Which broke most of his bones,
And displeased that Old Person of Chester.
To A Dead Friend
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It is as if a silver chord
Were suddenly grown mute,
And life's song with its rhythm warred
Against a silver lute.
Womans Portion
© Madison Julius Cawein
The leaves are shivering on the thorn,
Drearily;
And sighing wakes the lean-eyed morn,
Wearily.
In Horto Rev. J. Still,
© William Lisle Bowles
APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.
Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree
The Deodand
© Anthony Evan Hecht
What are these women up to? Theyve gone and strung
Drapes over the windows, cutting out light
Salutation The Second
© Ezra Pound
You were praised, my books,
because I had just come from the country;
I was twenty years behind the times
so you found an audience ready.
I do not disown you,
do not you disown your progeny.
