All Poems
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1914
© John Jay Chapman
ALAS, too much we loved the glittering wares
That art and education had devised
The Crown Of Empire
© George Essex Evans
Free is the wind that lashes into foam
The fortress waves that gird the Sea-Kings home
The Mystery Of Gilgal
© John Hay
The darkest, strangest mystery
I ever read, or heern, or see,
Is 'long of a drink at Taggart's Hall,--
Tom Taggart's of Gilgal.
Differences
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
My neighbor lives on the hill,
And I in the valley dwell,
My neighbor must look down on me,
Must I look up?--ah, well,
My neighbor lives on the hill,
And I in the valley dwell.
Araluen
© Henry Kendall
Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
The Aged Stranger
© Francis Bret Harte
"I was with Grant"--the stranger said;
Said the farmer, "Say no more,
But rest thee here at my cottage porch,
For thy feet are weary and sore."
Notes On The Art Of Poetry
© Dylan Thomas
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 to 11 P.M.; 3rd Class)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with,
Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass
Lucy and Colin
© Thomas Tickell
Of Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;
Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Reflect so fair a face,
On Platina Prosperus Spiriteus
© Thomas Parnell
The Man whose Judgement Joynd with force of Witt
The lives of Popes & lives of Heroes writt
Harvestwoman
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
But no, she's abstract, is a bird
Of sound in the air of air soaring,
And her soul sings unencumbered
Because the song's what makes her sing.
The Bagpipe Who Didnt Say No
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It was nine o'clock at midnight at a quarter after three
When a turtle met a bagpipe on the shoreside by the sea,
And the turtle said, "My dearie,
May I sit with you? I'm weary."
Porcelain Pavilion
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Amidst the waters of a man-made lake,
A porcelain pavilion rises high.
The way to it is lead by jasper bridge
Thats cambered like a tigers back.
To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral
© Richard Lovelace
Thus the repeated acts of Nestor's age,
That now had three times ore out-liv'd the stage,
And all those beams contracted into one,
Alcides in his cradle hath outdone.
Tu Me Quieres Blanca
© Alfonsina Storni
TU ME QUIERES alba,
Me quieres de espumas,
Me quieres de nácar.
Que sea azucena
The Factory Girl
© John Arthur Phillips
She wasn't the least bit pretty,
And only the least bit gay;
A Chord Of Colour
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
My Lady clad herself in grey,
That caught and clung about her throat;
Heroes
© Edgar Albert Guest
There are different kinds of heroes, there are some you hear about.
They get their pictures printed, and their names the newsboys shout;
There are heroes known to glory that were not afraid to die
In the service of their country and to keep the flag on high;
There are brave men in the trenches, there are brave men on the sea,
But the silent, quiet heroes also prove their bravery.
Point Of View
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Song Of The Day To The Night
© Alice Meynell
From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn,
We two are sundered always, sweet.
A few stars shake o'er the rocky lawn
And the cold sea-shore when we meet.
The twilight comes with thy shadowy feet.
