All Poems
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Naaman
© John Newton
Before Elisha's gate
The Syrian leper stood;
But could not brook to wait,
He deemed himself too good:
He thought the prophet would attend,
And not to him a message send.
Human Life
© Matthew Arnold
What mortal, when he saw,
Life's voyage done, his heavenly Friend,
Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly:
"I have kept uninfringed my nature's law ;
The inly-written chart thou gavest me,
To guide me, I have steer'd by to the end"?
Jim
© Francis Bret Harte
Say there! P'r'aps
Some on you chaps
Might know Jim Wild?
Well,--no offense:
Thar ain't no sense
In gittin' riled!
Show Me!
© Edgar Albert Guest
I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,
I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear.
And the best of all the Masons are the men who live their creeds,
For to see the good in action is what everybody needs.
Legend
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The trees were sugared like wedding-cake
With a bright hoar frost, with a very cold snow,
When we went begging for Jesus' sake,
Penniless children, years ago.
The Turnstile
© William Barnes
Ah! sad wer we as we did peace
the wold church road, wi' downcast feace,
the while the bells, that mwoaned so deep
above our child a-left asleep,
The Conquest Of Finland
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ACROSS the frozen marshes
The winds of autumn blow,
And the fen-lands of the Wetter
Are white with early snow.
"The Lass With The Delicate Air"
© John Clare
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,
She drops her head at every passer bye.
Request
© Virna Sheard
Sing me a song--a song to ease old sorrows,
And dull the edge of care--
A song of Hope to ring through all the morrows
That be my share.
Snow And Fire
© Madison Julius Cawein
Deep-hearted roses of the purple dusk
And lilies of the morn;
And cactus, holding up a slender tusk
Of fragrance on a thorn;
All heavy flowers, sultry with their musk,
Her presence puts to scorn.
Riparto D'Assalto
© Ernest Hemingway
Drummed their boots on the camion floor,
Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor.
The Roman: A Dramatic Poem
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.
Dolly Varden
© Francis Bret Harte
Dear Dolly! who does not recall
The thrilling page that pictured all
A Power-Plant
© Harriet Monroe
The Fisk Street turbine power station in Chicago
The invisible wheels go softly round and round—
My Birds That Fly No Longer
© Adelaide Crapsey
Have yet forgot, sweet birds,
How near the heaven's lie?
Hypnos On Ida
© George Meredith
[Iliad, B. XIV. V. 283]
They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts,
Virgin In A Tree
© Sylvia Plath
How this tart fable instructs
And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap
Set in the proverbs stitched on samplers
Approving chased girls who get them to a tree
And put on bark's nun-black
