All Poems
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Simulacra
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dark in the west the sunset's somber wrack
Unrolled vast walls the rams of war had split,
Three Memorial Poems
© James Russell Lowell
'Coscienza fusca
O della propria o dell' altrui vergogna
Pur sentira la tua parola brusca.'
The Dying Bondman
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
But our faithful martyr hero
Through a fiery pathway trod,
Till he laid his valiant spirit
On the bosom of his God.
A Week
© Thomas Hardy
On Monday night I closed my door,
And thought you were not as heretofore,
And little cared if we met no more.
Sonnet 20: Fly, Fly, My Friends
© Sir Philip Sidney
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly!
See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,
Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie,
Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.
Serenade
© Thomas Hood
Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how
I wake and passionate watches keep;
And yet while I address thee now,
Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep.
The Queen of Fairy Land
© Rudyard Kipling
"I have a thousand men," said he,
"To wait upon my will;
And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the Till."
Evening
© Annie McCarer Darlington
'Tis Evening! soul enchanting hour,
And queenly silence reigns supreme;
A shade is cast o'er lake and bower,
All nature sinks beneath the power
Of sweet oblivion's dream.
The Kindergarten Miss
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little kindergarten miss,
Source of all my joy and bliss,
Fantaisie
© Gerard de Nerval
Puis un château de brique à coins de pierre,
Aux vitraux teints de rougeâtres couleurs,
Ceint de grands parcs, avec une rivière
Baignant ses pieds, qui coule entre des fleurs.
Rain In The Bush.
© Arthur Henry Adams
THE steady soaking of the rain,
The bush all sad and sombre;
The trees are weeping in their pain,
Dank leaves the ground encumber.
The Portent
© Rudyard Kipling
Oh, late withdrawn from human-kind
And following dreams we never knew!
Varus, what dream has Fate assigned
To trouble you?
My Education
© James Kenneth Stephen
At school I sometimes read a book,
And learned a lot of lessons;
Some small amount of pains I took,
And showed much acquiescence
Records of Romantic Passion
© Charles Harpur
THERES a rare Soul of Poesy which may be
But concentrated by the chastened dreams
The Inward Warfare
© John Newton
Strange and mysterious is my life,
What opposites I feel within!
A stable peace, a constant strife,
The rule of grace, the pow'r of sin:
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my Head.
The Evening Quatrains
© Charles Cotton
THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun
Has but a little way to run,
A Blouse Machinist
© Lesbia Harford
Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair,
Her machine's opposite mine
So I can stare
At her pale face and shining blue-black hair.
Smaller than the smallest atom
© Sant Tukaram
Smaller than the smallest atom,
All embracing as the heavens,
Tuka views the world objective -
Name and form as all delusion -
The Horseman
© William Henry Ogilvie
My song is of the Horseman who woke the world's unrest,
To slake a king's ambition or serve a maid's behest;
Who bore aloft, the love-gage and reaped the rich reward;
Who swayed the purple banner and swung the golden sword!
