All Poems
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For a Girl in a Book
© Benjamin Jonson
Kim, composite of all my loves,
less real than most, more real than all;
Youth In Memory
© George Meredith
Days, when the ball of our vision
Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun;
Naturethe Gentlest Mother is
© Emily Dickinson
Naturethe Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child
The feeblestor the waywardest
Her Admonition mild
All That Pass By, to Jesus Draw Near
© Charles Wesley
All that pass by, To Jesus draw near,
He utters a cry, Ye sinners, give ear!
From hell to retrieve you He spreads out his hands;
Now, now to receive you, He graciously stands.
Lady Probationer
© William Ernest Henley
Some three, or five, or seven, and thirty years;
A Roman nose; a dimpling double-chin;
I Was Not He
© Thomas Hardy
I was not he-the man
Who used to pilgrim to your gate,
At whose smart step you grew elate,
And rosed, as maidens can,
For a brief span.
Advice To Lovers
© Robert Graves
I knew an old man at a Fair
Who made it his twice-yearly task
To clamber on a cider cask
And cry to all the yokels there:--
Music
© Charles Harpur
Like sunrise when its conquering glow
Smites through the vapours cold,
Till all their ragged inlets flow
With floods of burning gold.
As in a Pond
© Victor Marie Hugo
As in a pond that sleeps o'erhung by trees,
Two things at once in many a soul one sees :--
The sky, which points, the surface pure and calm,
With all its rays and clouds the heart to charm;
And then the depth, slime, hideous, dark, and dead,
Where foul black reptiles swarm, and vaguely tread.
On Departure For The Caucas
© Mikhail Lermontov
Farewell my hateful Russian country!
People of lord and serf you are--
Farewell, salute, bent knee and hand-kiss,
Three-masters, uniform and star!
By Lough-Na-Gar: Rain
© Arthur Symons
Into a land of wandering rain
I have fled from a voice that follows me still
To the lonely cabin under the hill;
It cries to me out of the windless rain.
And at night I hear it crying again.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad of Carmilhan - I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea,
Within the sandy bar,
At sunset of a summer's day,
Ready for sea, at anchor lay
The good ship Valdemar.
I am Not Alone
© Gabriela Mistral
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
Street Music
© Lesbia Harford
There's a band in the street, there's a band in the street.
It will play you a tune for a penny
It will play you a tune, you a tune, you a tune,
And you, though you haven't got any,
A Wardrobe
© Roderic Quinn
I SAID "The dark deed matters nought,
And this green gown becomes her well;
For phrase and rhyme oft hide the thought,
As pearls are hid 'twixt shell and shell.
By The Fireside : The Singers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O Mother State! the winds of March
Blew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,
Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch
Of sky, thy mourning children trod.
