All Poems
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Thou Art Queen
© Robert Fuller Murray
Thou art queen to every eye,
When the fairest maids convene.
Envy's self can not deny
Thou art queen.
'Soeur Monique'
© Alice Meynell
But two words, and this sweet air.
Soeur Monique,
Had he more, who set you there?
Was his music-dream of you
Of some perfect nun he knew,
Or of some ideal, as true?
Little Night
© Paul Celan
Little Night: when you
take me within, within,
up there,
three Pain-Inches above
the Floor:
Rosy Hannah
© Robert Bloomfield
A Spring o'erhung with many a flow'r,
The grey sand dancing in its bed,
Allegra
© James Russell Lowell
I would more natures were like thine,
That never casts a glance before,
Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine
So lavishly to all dost pour,
That we who drink forget to pine,
And can but dream of bliss in store.
The Lost Galleon
© Francis Bret Harte
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,
The regular yearly galleon,
Laden with odorous gums and spice,
India cottons and India rice,
And the richest silks of far Cathay,
Was due at Acapulco Bay.
To My Mother
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Than all the diamond's crystal rays,
Than all the emerald's lucid blaze;
And joys of heav'n would thrill thy heart,
To bid one bosom-grief depart,
One tear, one sorrow cease!
Disinherited
© John Donne
Thy father all from thee, by his last will,
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.
The Beggars Quatrain
© Victor Marie Hugo
Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind,
But one weak child to guide his vision dim.
The hand which dealt him bread, in pity kind--
He'll never see; God sees it, though, for him.
L'An Trentiesme De Mon Eage
© Archibald MacLeish
And I have come upon this place
By lost ways, by a nod, by words,
By faces, by an old man's face
At Morlaix lifted to the birds,
At Eventide
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Poor and inadequate the shadow-play
Of gain and loss, of waking and of dream,
The Blind Harper
© Madison Julius Cawein
And thus it came my feet were led
To wizard walls that hairy hung
Old as their rock the moss made dead;
And, like a ditch of fire flung
Around it, uncouth flowers red
Thrust spur and fang and tongue.
Roman Elegies
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Then would the world be no world, then would e'en Rome be no Rome.
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Do not repent, mine own love, that thou so soon didst surrender
Good Teacher
© Henry Van Dyke
He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning,
He prepareth a lesson for me every day;
He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction,
Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth.
To The Same
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Töchterchenlein, by whom the least became
The greatest title of dear Daughterhood,
Mr. Hosea Biglow To The Editor Of The Atlantic Monthly
© James Russell Lowell
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han'
Requestin' me to please be funny;
A Meadow Tragedy
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Here's a meadow full of sunshine
Ripe grasses lush and high;
On The Death Of Princess Borghese, At Rome ,November, 1840
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Once, and but once again I dare to raise
A voice which thou in spirit still may'st hear,
Now that thy bridal bed becomes a bier,
Now that thou canst not blush at thine own praise!
Weltschmertz
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
You ask why I am sad to-day,
I have no cares, no griefs, you say?
Ah, yes, 't is true, I have no grief--
But--is there not the falling leaf?
A Late Good Night
© Robert Fuller Murray
My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!
