All Poems
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The Origin of the Sail
© Amelia Opie
"Sweet maid! on whom my wishes rest,
My morning thought, my midnight dream,
O grant Lysander's fond request,
And let those eyes with mercy beam!
The Purple Valleys
© Madison Julius Cawein
Far in the purple valleys of illusion
I see her waiting, like the soul of music,
The Road Builder
© Edgar Albert Guest
I DO not care for garments fine,
I do not care for medals bright;
Lovely Chance
© Sara Teasdale
O LOVELY chance, what can I do
To give my gratefulness to you?
You rise between myself and me
With a wise persistency;
The Visit Of Mahmoud Ben Suleim To Paradise
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Perchance the past of man--and thence to draw
From far experience, sanctified by awe
Of God's mysterious ways, some hint to tell
Who of the dead in heaven and who in hell
Dwelt now in endless bliss or endless bale.
The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If still further you should ask me,
Saying, "Who was Nawadaha?
Tell us of this Nawadaha,"
I should answer your inquiries
Straightway in such words as follow.
The Veery
© Henry Van Dyke
THE MOONBEAMS over Arnos vale in silver flood were pouring,
When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.
Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration July 21, 1865
© James Russell Lowell
Weak-Winged is Song,
Nor aims at that clear-ethered height
Boston
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
The rocky nook with hilltops three
Looked eastward from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea
Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore.
Die Faulheit
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Fleiss und Arbeit lob ich nicht.
Fleiss und Arbeit lob ein Bauer.
Ja, der Bauer selber spricht,
Fleiss und Arbeit wird ihm sauer.
Faul zu sein, sei meine Pflicht;
Diese Pflicht ermuedet nicht.
A Legacy
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Friend of my many years!
When the great silence falls, at last, on me,
The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard
© Alfred Tennyson
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
A Wreath Of Sonnets (5/14)
© France Preseren
They come from where no man can sunshine find -
Not from those regions by your glance caressed,
Where all the cares of this world are at rest,
And sweet oblivion follows close behind;
To A Lady, Who Presented To The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own, And Appointed A Night In
© George Gordon Byron
These locks, which fondly thus entwine,
In firmer chains our hearts confine
Than all th' unmeaning protestations
Which swell with nonsense love orations.
The Pessimist.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thepessimistic locust, last to leaf,
Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief.
To W. Hohenzollern, On Resuming The Conning Tower
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Well William, since I wrote you long ago-
As I recall, one cool October morning-
(I have The Tribune files. They clearly show
I gave you warning).
Freedoms
© Gerald Gould
To every hill there is a lowly slope,
But some have heights beyond all height--so high
They make new worlds for the adventuring eye.
We for achievement have forgone our hope,
And shall not see another morning ope,
Nor the new moon come into the new sky.
A Pageant of Elizabeth
© Rudyard Kipling
Now Valour, Youth, and Life's delight break forth
In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime--
Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose
Words that shall shake and shape all after-time!
