All Poems
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Wee Willie Gray
© Robert Burns
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,
Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket;
The rose upon the breir will be him trews an doublet,
The rose upon the breir will be him trews an doublet,
Si Mis Manos Pudieran Deshojar -- With English Translation
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Yo pronuncio tu nombre,
En esta noche oscura,
Y tu nombre me suena
Más lejano que nunca.
Más lejano que todas las estrellas
Y más doliente que la mansa lluvia.
[Cribs to be Cracked]
© Henry Lawson
Cribs to be cracked!
There are cribs to be cracked;
And this is the spot to be camped on.
(Oh! This is the song of the Melbourne Thieves
Who at present are doing Rockhampton.)
The Complaint of Chaucer to his Purse
© Geoffrey Chaucer
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight
Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere!
Autumn Days
© William Henry Drummond
In dreams of the night I hear the call
Of wild duck scudding across the lake,
In dreams I see the old convent wall,
Where Ottawa's waters surge and break.
Song of the Torres Strait Islands
© Ernest Favenc
Bold Torres, the sailor, came and went,
with his swarthy, storm-worn band,
Teddy O'Neale
© Eliza Cook
I've come to the cabin he danced his wild jigs in,
As neat a mud palace as ever was seen;
The Glory of the Day Was In Her Face
© James Weldon Johnson
The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.
The Wind Of Spring
© Madison Julius Cawein
The wind that breathes of columbines
And celandines that crowd the rocks;
That shakes the balsam of the pines
With laughter from his airy locks,
Stops at my city door and knocks.
Our Lives
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
Ode to Indolence
© William Shenstone
Ah! why for ever on the wing
Persists my wearied soul to roam?
Why, ever cheated, strives to bring
Or pleasure or contentment home?
Eclogue
© John Crowe Ransom
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,
Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ring
To run as boys and girls do in the grass
At that time leap and hollo and skip and sing
Came easily to pass.
Sonnet To George The Fourth, On The Repeal Of Lord Edward Fitzgerald's Forfeiture
© George Gordon Byron
To be the father of the fatherless,
To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise
His offspring, who expired in other days
To make thy sire's sway by a kingdom less,--
Gillespie.
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Riding at dawn, riding alone,
Gillespie left the town behind;
Before he turned by the Westward road
A horseman crossed him, staggering blind.
The Legend of the Foreign Office
© Rudyard Kipling
Rajah of Kolazai,
Drinketh the "simpkin" and brandy peg,
Maketh the money to fly,
Vexeth a Government, tender and kind,
Also - but this is a detail - blind.
A Portrait.
© Arthur Henry Adams
HER glance is equable, serene;
She looks at life with level brow;
She strides through circumstance a queen!
To compromise she cannot bow
Dear Heart
© James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful - - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Sonnet 39: Come Sleep
© Sir Philip Sidney
Come Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
