All Poems
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Cyclopean
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
A mountainous and mystic brute
No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,
Upon whose domed deformed back
I sweep the planets scorching track.
The Falling Of Thrones
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattle
Of labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,
Above the hurry and hustle and roar of that bloodless battle,
Where men are fighting for riches. I hear the falling of thrones.
Obsession
© Muriel Stuart
I will not have roses in my room again,
Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo
A Ballad Apout De Rowdies
© Charles Godfrey Leland
De moon shines ofer de cloudlens,
Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea,
Und I vent to Coney Island,
Und I took mein Schatz mit me.
On Lambs Specimens of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
I.
IF ALL the flowers of all the fields on earth
The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow
© George Crabbe
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,
A meteor shining in this sober place!
Sonnet XVIII. To The Earl Of Egremont
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WYNDHAM! 'tis not thy blood, though pure it runs
Through a long line of glorious ancestry,
Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons,
Who trust the honours of their race to thee:
"One Was Taken, And One Was Left"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,
Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.
Both were fair, in the flush of youth,
With hearts of courage and eyes of truth-
Fair and young, with the priceless wealth
Of strength, and beauty, and glowing health.
Song From Judith
© Lascelles Abercrombie
BALKIS was in her marble town,
And shadow over the world came down.
Whiteness of walls, towers and piers,
That all day dazzled eyes to tears,
Epitaph
© John Kenyon
Riches I had! they faded from my view
And troops of friends! but they deceived me too
And fame! it came and wenta very breath;
While faith stood firm, and soothed the hour of death.
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished
© John Keats
I.
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
Seeing Thou Art Fair
© Ovid
SEEING thou art fair, I bar not thy false playing,
But let not me poor soul know of thy straying.
A Camp In The Prussian Forest
© Randall Jarrell
I walk beside the prisoners to the road.
Load on puffed load,
Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,
Lie barred or galled with blood
Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England
© Mark Akenside
I.
Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?
The Fisherman's Feast
© Eugene Field
Of all the gracious gifts of Spring,
Is there another can safely surpass
A Day Dream
© Carolyn Wells
Polly's patchwork--oh, dear me!--
Truly is a sight to see.
Rumpled, crumpled, soiled, and frayed--
Will the quilt be ever made?
See the stitches yawning wide--
Can it be that Polly _tried_?
Kalpa
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
-¿Queréis que todo esto vuelva a empezar?
-Sí -responden a coro.
Also Sprach Zarathustra
Hadrians Villa
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart
From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art
The Puritans' Christmas
© Madison Julius Cawein
Their only thought religion,
What Christmas joys had they,
The stern, staunch Pilgrim Fathers who
Knew naught of holiday?--
