All Poems
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A Child Screening A Dove From A Hawk. By Stewardson
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
AY, screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may,--
Yet I misdoubt thy trembling hand
Will scare the hawk away.
I Write About The Butterfly
© Louisa May Alcott
"I write about the butterfly,
It is a pretty thing;
And flies about like the birds,
But it does not sing.
Ave et Vale
© Muriel Stuart
FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot take
All that my Greeting gave.
In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave;
Still you go crowned with old imaginings,
Clad in the purple that young passion flings
About the sorriest god that Love can make.
Immutable
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
One Day
© Archibald Lampman
The trees rustle; the wind blows
Merrily out of the town;
The shadows creep, the sun goes
Steadily over and down.
Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest
© Robert Southey
This is the place where William's kingly power
Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel,
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus she comforted her soul. And then,
She had found a friend, a phoenix among men,
Which made it easier to compound with life,
Easier to be a woman and a wife.
Sonnet VIII. To Spring
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AGAIN the wood and long-withdrawing vale
In many a tint of tender green are drest,
Where the young leaves, unfolding, scarce conceal
Beneath their early shade, the half-form'd nest
Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane
© Henry Lawson
MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman,
Across the other side,
Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;
The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep,
Christmas Carol
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ring out, ye bells!
All Nature swells
With gladness at the wondrous story, -
The world was at lorn,
But Christ is born
To change our sadness into glory.
Jackdaw
© Padraic Colum
ALOOF from his tribe
On the elm-tree's top,
A jackdaw perched
A hand-reach up.
The Truthis stirless
© Emily Dickinson
The Truthis stirless
Other forcemay be presumed to move
Thisthenis best for confidence
When oldest Cedars swerve
Lines
© Caroline Carleton
On observing the light of two lamps in the
Town form a Triangle with a conspicuous
Star in the Evening Sky.
Expostulation
© John Greenleaf Whittier
OUR fellow-countrymen in chains!
Slaves, in a land of light and law!
On The Astrologers (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
The astrologers did all alike presage
My uncle's dying in extreme old age;
One only disagreed. But he was wise,
And spoke not till he heard the funeral cries.
Charleston Retaken. Dec. 14, 1782
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS some half-vanquished lion,
Who long hath kept at bay
A band of sturdy foresters
Barring his blood-stained way--
