All Poems
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Sir Galahad
© Alfred Tennyson
MY good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
Mr. Molonys Account Of The Ball
© William Makepeace Thackeray
O will ye choose to hear the news,
Bedad I cannot pass it o'er:
The Power of Science
© James Brunton Stephens
"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,"
Of The Going Down Of The Sun
© John Bunyan
What, hast thou run thy race, art going down?
Thou seemest angry, why dost on us frown?
Cairnsmill Den
© Robert Fuller Murray
As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
With love o'erthrown, with love o'erthrown,
And this is truth I tell,
As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
Was sadly walking all alone,
Drifting
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,
In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,
There's a dark pine forest before my gates,
And behind is the voice of rills
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.
Half the catalogue of ships is mine:
that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line,
that once rose, out of Hellas.
The Bell-Founder Part III - Vicissitude And Rest
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of fresh
streams,
When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of such
loveliness beams,
A Dream Of Heaven
© Alice Guerin Crist
They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,
But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,
That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
Where are green grass and trees, and soft spring rain;
Father's Chore
© Edgar Albert Guest
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;
He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear;
Sonnet III: Unlike Are We, Unlike
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Del Seminario
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Hoy que la indiferencia del siglo me desola
sé que ayer tuve dones celestes de continuo,
y con los ejercicios de Ignacio de Loyola
el corazón sangraba como al dardo divino.
The 'Sad Ditty' Born Of The Story Of Isabella
© John Payne
I planted it with majoram about,
When May was blithe and new;
Yea, thrice I watered it, week in, week out,
And watched how well it grew:
But now, for sure, away from me 'tis ta'en.
Kept Waiting
© Bai Juyi
White billows and huge waves block the river crossing;
Wherever I go, danger and difficulty; whatever I do, failure.
Why Should I Be Bitter
© Saigyo
Why should I be bitter
About someone who was
A complete stranger
Until a certain moment
In a day that has passed.
Women
© Margaret Widdemer
YOU fret and grieve and turn about
To make this world and living out,
With "This is so" and "That is so"
Ah, sirs, we learned it long ago!
To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme
Elaborate and swelling; yet the heart
Not owns it. From thy spirit-breathing powers
I ask not now, my friend! the aiding verse
The Diary Of An Old Soul - Dedication
© George MacDonald
Sweet friends, receive my offering. You will find
Against each worded page a white page set:-
Time
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these days
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town's really changin' in so many ways time time time
