All Poems
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The Duellist - Book II
© Charles Churchill
Deep in the bosom of a wood,
Out of the road, a Temple stood:
Song Be Delicate
© John Shaw Neilson
Let your song be delicate.
The skies declare
No war the eyes of lovers
Wake everywhere.
Roslin and Hawthornden
© Henry Van Dyke
FAIR Roslin Chapel, how divine
The art that reared thy costly shrine!
Thy carven columns must have grown
By magic, like a dream in stone.
To the People Of the Future
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
This single link was else respected
By people of the days that gone
Galahad In The Castle Of The Maidens
© Sara Teasdale
(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting)
The other maidens raised their eyes to him
Who stumbled in before them when the fight
Had left him victor, with a victor's right.
Dedication From Moremi
© Wole Soyinka
Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors
Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its fall
Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life
A Boost For Modern Methods
© Edgar Albert Guest
In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,
Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;
Spark
© Eli Siegel
I am a spark,
Which always goes out,
For it needs another spark.
What is your name, bystander?
What is your name, wayfarer?
At Twilight
© Bliss William Carman
NOW the fire is lighted
On the chimney stone,
Day goes down the valley,
I am left alone.
Ballade Of Dead Republics
© Edgar Lee Masters
Prince! 'tis the year of your jubilee,
The great republic is in your thrall.
And who will restore her armory?--
The Dragon of Greed destroyed them all!
Off Cape Colonna
© Herman Melville
Aloof they crown the foreland lone,
From aloft they loftier rise--
Fair columns, in the aureole rolled
From sunned Greek seas and skies.
They wax, sublimed to fancy's view,
A god-like group against the blue.
The Shepheardes Calender: December
© Edmund Spenser
I thee beseche (so be thou deigne to heare,
Rude ditties tund to shepheards Oaten reede,
Or if I euer sonet song so cleare,
As it with pleasaunce mought thy fancie feede)
Hearken awhile from thy greene cabinet,
The rurall song of carefull Colinet.
The First-Born
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Never did music sink into my soul
So âsilver sweet,â as when thy first weak wail
Hombre Pequeñito
© Alfonsina Storni
Hombre pequeñito, hombre pequeñito,
suelta a tu canario que quiere volar
Yo soy el canario, hombre pequeñito,
déjame saltar.
On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing
© Victor Marie Hugo
In thine abode so high
Where yet one scarce can breathe,
Dear child, most tenderly
A soft song thou dost wreathe.
Impromptu (V)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Whatever else I see, I still see thee,
I shut my eyes to see nought else but thee.
An Epistle To Dr. Moore
© Helen Maria Williams
Whether dispensing hope, and ease
To the pale victim of disease,
Or in the social crowd you sit,
And charm the group with sense and wit,
Moore's partial ear will not disdain
Attention to my artless strain.
