All Poems
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Description of a Tropical Island
© Charles Harpur
Behold an Indian isle, reposed
Upon the deeps enamoured breast,
Brave Donahue
© Anonymous
A life that is free as the bandit's of old,
When Rome was the prey of the warriers bold
Who knew how to buy gallant soldiers with gold,
Is the life, full of danger,
Of Jack the bushranger,
Of bold Donahue
Artemis To Actaeon
© Edith Wharton
And this was thine: to lose thyself in me,
Relive in my renewal, and become
The light of other lives, a quenchless torch
Passed on from hand to hand, till men are dust
And the last garland withers from my shrine.
To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany's
© Francis Ledwidge
Before you leave my hands' abuses
To lie where many odd things meet you,
Neglected darkling of the Muses,
I, the last of singers, greet you.
Stone In Shoe
© Piet Hein
If a nasty jagged stone
gets into your shoe,
thank the Lord it came alone-
what if it were two?
An Invitation
© Alfred Domett
Well! if Truth be all welcomed with hardy reliance,
All the lovely unfoldings of luminous Science,
Andy McElroe
© William Percy French
My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,
So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.
A Psalm Of Patience
© Joseph Furphy
O kid! with face of healthy tan,
With lunch-bag, books and slate;
Sylph's Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Fly with me, my mortal love!
Oh! haste to realms of purer day,
Hymns to the Night : 3
© Novalis
Once when I was shedding bitter tears, when, dissolved in pain, my hope was melting away, and I stood alone by the barren mound which in its narrow dark bosom hid the vanished form of my life - lonely as never yet was lonely man, driven by anxiety unspeakable - powerless, and no longer anything but a conscious misery
Indifference
© Harry Graham
When Grandmamma fell off the boat,
And couldnt swim, and wouldnt float,
Maria just sat by and smiled -
I almost could have slapped the child!
Ireland
© William Watson
In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways,
'Neath the night that ever hurries to the dawn that still delays,
Cherwell Stream
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Green banks and gliding river!
What air from what far place
Comes down your waters' face
And makes your willows shiver?
After The Curfew
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE Play is over. While the light
Yet lingers in the darkening hall,
I come to say a last Good-night
Before the final _Exeunt all_.
Understand That This Is A Dream
© Allen Ginsberg
first dream that made me take down my pants
urgently to show the cars / auto tracks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gang
was blond / that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks away
all afternoon I told him about my magic Spell
I can do anything I want / palaces millions / chemistry sets / chicken
The English Way
© Rudyard Kipling
After the fight at Otterburn,
Before the ravens came,
The Witch-wife rode across the fern
And spoke Earl Percy's name.
Glad Bird, I Do Bewail Thee
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Glad bird, I do bewail thee,
Thy song it was so sweet
That Earth looked up to hail thee
Till wings grew to her feet.
In Peace
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,
Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shore
Death and Resurrection of Constantinos Palaeologos
© Odysseas Elytis
Far from the world where his spirit sought
to bring Paradise to his measure
And harder even than stone
for no one had ever looked
on him tenderly - at times his crooked teeth
whitened strangely
From A City Window
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
For somewhere, dear, there's a magic land
On the shores of a silver sea;
And there is a boat with turquoise sails -
With sails that are wide and free;
A boat that is whirling through the spray,
That is coming for you and me!
