All Poems
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The Resting-Place
© Ada Cambridge
Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping
On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,
Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping
Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.
Ah! loving and beloved, we know ye rest,
E'en in the grave, upon her hallow'd breast.
The Grandiloquent Goat
© Carolyn Wells
A very grandiloquent Goat
Sat down to a gay table d'hote;
He ate all the corks,
The knives and the forks,
Remarking: "On these things I dote."
Cui Bono
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles,
Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;
A Study in the 'Nood'
© Henry Lawson
He was barewe dont want to be rude
(His condition was owing to drink)
Sonnet
© Charles Sangster
And offers incense in her heart, as on
An altar sacred unto God. The dawn
Of an imperishable love passed through
The lattice of my senses, and I, too,
Did offer incense in that solemn place
A woman's heart made pure and sanctified by grace.
A Song Of Home
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,
A song of the home that is far away.
Gladys And Her Island
© Jean Ingelow
“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”
The Practical Joker
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes!
What keen enjoyment springs
Hans Breitmanns Christmas
© Charles Godfrey Leland
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call-
Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall;
Ash de Breitmen und die vomen who vere in de Liederkranz
Vouldt blend deir souls in harmonie to have a bleasin tantz.
Three Things
© Madison Julius Cawein
There are three things of Earth
That help us more
Than those of heavenly birth
That all implore--
Than Love or Faith or Hope,
For which we strive and grope.
The Sower
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sitting in a porchway cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past
In The Dark City
© John Hall Wheelock
There is a harper plays
Through the long watches of the lonely night
When, like a cemetery,
Sleeps the dark city, with her millions laid each in his tomb.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
I wander afield, thriving in sturdy thought,
Through unpathed haunts of the Pierides,
The Careless Good Fellow
© John Oldham
A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,
What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?
Snow
© Adelaide Crapsey
Look up . . .
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind . . . look up, and scent
The snow!
The Ballad Of Justifiable Homicide
© Franklin Pierce Adams
They brought to me his mangled corpse
And I feared lest I should swing.
"O tell me, tell me,-and make it brief-
Why hast thou done this thing?
