All Poems
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The Beggar Speaks
© Vachel Lindsay
Come, eat the bread of idleness,
Come, sit beside the spring:
Some of the flowers will keep awake,
Some of the birds will sing.
On the Marriage of his Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales, Extract
© Richard Owen Cambridge
Nor did there on the other side, I ween,
Forms though more soft, less heav'nly appear;
A Prayer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
O LORD, the hard-won miles
Have worn my stumbling feet:
Oh, soothe me with thy smiles,
And make my life complete.
The Tent On The Beach
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--
Too light perhaps for serious years, though born
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
She wakes, she breathes, she rises from her bed,
That bed of death where she has lain so long;
The flowers they set there fall from her fair head
Withered, while she, sweet soul, has known no wrong.
To Lady Annabella Noel
© Frances Anne Kemble
Wand'ring with thee in the delicious land,
What visions meet me of those far-off years,
Ante Mortem
© Robinson Jeffers
It is likely enough that lions and scorpions
Guard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor the
At Vespers
© Madison Julius Cawein
High up in the organ-story
A girl stands slim and fair;
And touched with the casement's glory
Gleams out her radiant hair.
To A Mouse, (The best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men)
© Robert Burns
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi' bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
Under The Washington Elm, Cambridge
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
EIGHTY years have passed, and more,
Since under the brave old tree
Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore
They would follow the sign their banners bore,
And fight till the land was free.
Rhaposdy
© William Stanley Braithwaite
I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
"Six years, six cycles of dead hours"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Six years, six cycles of dead hours,
Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers!
It is not that, you know full well,
That makes my labouring bosom swell,
Chanson d'autrefois (autre)
© Victor Marie Hugo
Jamais elle ne raille,
Étant un calme esprit ;
Mais toujours elle rit. -
Voici des brins de mousse avec des brins de paille ;
Fauvette des roseaux,
Fais ton nid sur les eaux.
Inspiration
© Samuel Johnson
LIFE of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophets word
And the Peoples liberty!
What Makes An Artist
© Edgar Albert Guest
We got to talking art one day, discussing in a general way
How some can match with brush and paint the glory of a tree,
And some in stone can catch the things of which the dreamy poet sings,
While others seem to have no way to tell the joys they see.
Botany Bay Eclogues 01
© Robert Southey
Where a sight shall shuddering Sorrow find.
Sad as the ruins of the human mind!
My Political Belief
© Charles Harpur
O LIBERTY, yet build thee an august
And best abode in this most virgin clime;
Old Counsel
© Herman Melville
Come out of the Golden Gate,
Go round the Horn with streamers,
Carry royals early and late;
But, brother, be not over-elate--
_All hands save ship!_ has startled dreamers.
The Prayer-Seeker
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Along the aisle where prayer was made,
A woman, all in black arrayed,
Riddles
© George MacDonald
Who is it that sleeps like a top all night,
And wakes in the morning so fresh and bright
That he breaks his bed as he gets up,
And leaves it smashed like a china cup?
