All Poems
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A Meditation Of St. Eligius
© George MacDonald
Queen Mary one day Jesus sent
To fetch some water, legends tell;
The little boy, obedient,
Drew a full pitcher from the well;
The Swamp
© Roderic Quinn
FOR one whole day and a long night through
We made our camp
In a she-oak grove by a coastal swamp.
Our tent gleamed white in the she-oak trees,
Limerick:There was an Old Man of the coast
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of the coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold
He relinquished his hold
And called for some hot buttered toast.
Long, Too Long America
© Walt Whitman
Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?)
Den CXXXVIII. Salme kan kaldes Taksigelse for daglig Godt
© Anders Arrebo
Mod alle Folk til Liv og Sjæl
gød Gud, vor Herre daglig vel;
It's There, Still There
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
It's there, still there, a past love's madness,
Dull pain and longing my heart fill.
To The Beloved--A Lament
© Alice Meynell
Beloved, thou art like a tune that idle fingers
Play on a window-pane.
The time is there, the form of music lingers;
But O thou sweetest strain,
Where is thy soul? Thou liest i' the wind and rain.
Jolly Jack
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When fierce political debate
Throughout the isle was storming,
La Frivolite
© André Marie de Chénier
Mère du vain caprice et du léger prestige,
La fantaisie ailée autour d'elle voltige,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh! woe is me for beauty idly blown!
And woe for passionate youth and joys that wait!
And woe for foolish love that is undone
By woman's fear, and fortune come too late!
Love Is A Parallax
© Sylvia Plath
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind's eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that mark
where wave pretends to drench real sky.'
A Mountaineer
© Padraic Colum
ERE Beowulf's song
Was heard from the ships,
Ere Roland had set
The horn to his lips:
Cest Lou Quon La Nommait
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Il est des loups de toute sorte
Je connais le plus inhumain
Mon cur que le diable lemporte
Et quil le dépose à sa porte
Nest plus quun jouet dans sa main
The Silent Singer
© Alma Frances McCollum
(Eugene Field)
THE lights are all low, for the sun's in the west,
The Plate Of Gold
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
One day there fell in great Benares' temple-court
A wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;
"To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven."
Thereat.
"There Stands A City"
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Ingoldsby
Year by year do Beauty's daughters,
In the sweetest gloves and shawls,
Troop to taste the Chattenham waters,
And adorn the Chattenham balls.
Thou Hast Not Raised
© Walter Savage Landor
Thou hast not rais'd, Ianthe, such desire
In any breast as thou hast rais'd in mine.
The Eaglet Mourned
© Victor Marie Hugo
Too hard Napoleon's fate! if, lone,
No being he had loved, no single one,
Less dark that doom had been.
But with the heart of might doth ever dwell
The heart of love! And in his island cell
Two things there were, I ween:
Elegy XIV. Declining an Invitation To Visit Foreign Countries
© William Shenstone
While others, lost to friendship, lost to love,
Waste their best minutes on a foreign strand,
Be mine, with British nymph or swain to rove,
And court the Genius of my native land.
