All Poems
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An Epigram From Homer
© William Cowper
Pay me my price, potters! and I will sing.
Attend, O Pallas! and with lifted arm
The Song Of The Cicadas
© Roderic Quinn
Green Cicadas, Black cicadas,
happy in the gracious weather
Floury-bakers, double-drummers
all as one and all together--
how they voice the bygone summers!
A Lover's Anger
© Matthew Prior
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,
I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?
In The Harbour: Sundown
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
Minstrel's Book - The Four Favours
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THAT Arabs through the realms of space
May wander on, light-hearted,
The Window of Vulnerability
© Ken Smith
Sure today it could come in a fast plane
named perhaps for the pilot's mother,
the city ends in a smear in the road
and that in a child's shoe. No one
To The Honourable Mrs. Percival.
© Mary Barber
Then let good Heav'n withhold, or grant Success,
Add to a Weight of Cares, or make it less;
By you protected, I no more repine:
How few can boast an Happiness like mine!
A Bliss so great can Wealth, or Pow'r, impart,
As one fix'd Friend, with such a Head, and Heart?
Sonnet XI
© Caroline Norton
THE MOSS-WALK AT MARKLY, SUSSEX.
(To S.D.)
GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
Pleasantly shelter'd me in days of yore,
Der Fehler
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Angelika ist jung und reich.
An Schoenheit meiner Phyllis gleich.
It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
© William Ernest Henley
It came with the threat of a waning moon
And the wail of an ebbing tide,
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sermoni propriora.~ Horace
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
Sonnet To Ethna
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Ethna, to cull sweet flowers divinely fair,
To seek for gems of such transparent light
I think to Livemay be a Bliss
© Emily Dickinson
I think to Livemay be a Bliss
To those who dare to try
Beyond my limit to conceive
My lipto testify
On Flatteries (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
No mischief worthier of our fear
In nature can be found
Scene In A Country Hospital
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HERE, lonely, wounded and apart,
From out my casement's glimmering round,
I watch the wayward bluebirds dart
Across yon flowery ground;
How sweet the prospect! and how fair
The balmy peace of earth and air.
L'Horloge (The Clock)
© Charles Baudelaire
Horloge! dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible,
Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit: «Souviens-toi!
Les vibrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
Se planteront bientôt comme dans une cible;
