All Poems
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Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire
© James Russell Lowell
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse
Than all the grape's bewildering juice,
The Fanatic
© James Baker
My ears will be of service,
Listening to all your whispers.
Take me forth to your light,
Send my body to shivers.
Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
© Theocritus
To whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd,
Pausing a moment from his handiwork:
"Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear
The angry looks of Hermes of the roads.
No dweller in the skies is wroth as he,
With him who saith the asking traveller nay.
Dorcas
© George MacDonald
If I might guess, then guess I would
That, mid the gathered folk,
This gentle Dorcas one day stood,
And heard when Jesus spoke.
A Good Father
© William Barnes
No; mind thy father. When his tongue
Is keen, he's still thy friend, John,
Poetry
© Edwin Markham
SHE comes like the hush and beauty of the night,
And sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.
Looking Forward
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How busily those little fingers soft
That within mine own are clasped so oft
Benedicite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
God's love and peace be with thee, where
Soe'er this soft autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair.
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
© James Thomson
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.
Vitam Impendere Amori
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Love is dead within your arms
Do you remember his encounter
Hes dead you restore the charms
He returns at your encounter
To-Morrow
© Henry Lawson
When youre suffering hard for your sins, old man,
When you wake to trouble and sleep ill
The Dear Brown Head
© Katharine Tynan
Only an hour ago we were fearful for you,
Knowing the death and the darkness behind and before you.
Years ago it might be since we were afraid.
Nothing can harm you now, O dear brown head!
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
To His Wife
© Daniel Henry Deniehy
O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart
For those who darkened be,
A little while, a little while
© Emily Jane Brontë
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
To Introduce Myself
© Stéphane Mallarme
To introduce myself to your story
Its as the frightened hero
If he touched with naked toe
A blade of territory
Sonnet 13: Phoebus Was Judge
© Sir Philip Sidney
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were:
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear,
Whose talons held young Ganymede above:
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
Bazm e azaa e qibla e alam akheer hai
Shiyo! Shahe anaam ka matam akheer hai
Hain majlis e tamaam Moharram akheer hai
Uryaan sar hai fatah e badr o hunayn ka
De lo Batool e paak ko pursa Hussain ka
