All Poems
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Colum-Cilles Farewell To Ireland
© Douglas Hyde
ALAS for the voyage, O High King of Heaven,
Enjoined upon me,
Will
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YOUR face, my boy, when six months old,
We propped you laughing in a chair,
And the sun-artist caught the gold
Which rippled o'er your waving hair!
Battle Sleep
© Edith Wharton
SOMEWHERE, O sun, some corner there must be
Thou visitest, where down the strand
Quietly, still, the waves go out to sea
From the green fringes of a pastoral land.
The Holy Innocents
© John Keble
Say, ye celestial guards, who wait
In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate,
Colonial Experience
© Anonymous
When first I came to Sydney Cove
And up and down the streets did rove,
I thought such sights I ne'er did see
Since first I learnt my A, B, C.
Autumn Song
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Let's go down the road together, you and I,
Let's go down the road together,
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© William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
To Time
© George Gordon Byron
Time! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,
But drag or drive us on to die--
Forest Silence
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Where she reclines
In a rock's cup,
Smooth, tawny--mossed,
Under tall pines,
Her eyes look up,
Her gaze is lost.
Indra
© August Strindberg
DOWN to the sand-covered earth.
Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet;
Au bois
© Victor Marie Hugo
Nous étions, elle et moi, dans cet avril charmant
De l'amour qui commence en éblouissement.
Ô souvenirs ! ô temps ! heures évanouies !
Nous allions, le coeur plein d'extases inouïes,
Hymn To Mercury
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia
A Phantom In The Clouds
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALL day the blast, with furious ramp and roar,
Sweeps the gaunt hill-tops, piles the vapors high,
Thro' infinite distance, up the tortured sky--
Till to one nurtured on the ocean-shore,
Mean In Our Mean
© Robert Herrick
Though frankincense the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for ourselves to leave some frankince
Written Christmas Day 1797
© Charles Lamb
I am a widow'd thing, now thou art gone!
Now thou art gone, my own familiar friend,
The Doom Of Ys
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DO you hear the bell? 'Tis a silver chime
But it ringeth not in the bourne of time.
To the dead in the grave-yard under my window
© Adelaide Crapsey
How can you lie so still? All day I watch
And never a blade of all the green sod moves
Westward
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow
Awake, my fair
© Yehudah HaLevi
Awake, my fair, my love, awake,
So that I may gaze upon you!
And if one is eager to kiss your lips,
In your dreams this do you see,
Lo, then I myself of your dream
The interpreter will be.
