All Poems
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Little Kids
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
'Little kids,' you call us
As we are at play.
You were little children
Just the other day.
Hans Breitmanns Barty
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HANS BREITMANN gife a barty;
Dey had biano-blayin',
I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau,
Her name vas Madilda Yane.
Tom Deadlight
© Herman Melville
Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties,--
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain,
For I've received orders for to sail for the
Deadman,
But hope with the grand fleet to see you
again.
December Matins
© Alfred Austin
``Why, on this drear December morn,
Dost thou, lone Misselthrush, rehearse thy chanting?
Interior
© Padraic Colum
THE little moths are creeping
Across the cottage pane;
On the floor the chickens gather,
And they make talk and complain.
Fox-Hunting
© Rudyard Kipling
THE FOX MEDITATES
When Samson set my brush afire
To spoil the Timnites barley,
I made my point for Leicestershire
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part III
© Madison Julius Cawein
I seem to see her still; to see
That dim blue room. Her perfume comes
From lavender folds draped dreamily--
One blossom of brocaded blooms--
Some stuff of orient looms.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
``We shall be friends. How friends? You must know me first.
What? Like the Pont Neuf? Should you wish it? Well,
None ever yet repented it who durst.
Oh! you shall know me as I dare not tell.
Spring in New Zealand
© Hubert Church
Thou wilt come with suddenness,
Like a gull between the waves,
Slow Through The Dark
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race;
Their footsteps drag far, far below the height,
To Aunt Rose
© Allen Ginsberg
Aunt Rose
Hitler is dead, Hitler is in Eternity; Hitler is with
Tamburlane and Emily Brontë
April
© Archibald Lampman
Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense,
Still priestess of the patient middle day,
The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same
© William Wordsworth
OAK of Guernica! Tree of holier power
Than that which in Dodona did enshrine
(So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divine
Heard from the depths of its aerial bower--
Hymn II
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O HOLY FATHER! just and true
Are all Thy works and words and ways,
And unto Thee alone are due
Thanksgiving and eternal praise!
Lines To A Lady Weeping
© George Gordon Byron
Weep, daughter of a royal line,
A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay;
Ah! happy if each tear of thine
Could wash a father's fault away!
Insolent Storm Strikes At The Skull
© Sylvia Plath
Insolent storm strikes at the skull,
assaults the sleeping citadel,
knocking the warden to his knees
in impotence, to sue for peace,
Cosmic Consciousness
© Sri Aurobindo
I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
And Time and Space my spirit's seeing are.
I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,
I am the wind's speed and the blazing star.
AN EPITAPH On his most honoured Friend Richard Earl of Dorset
© Henry King
Let no profane ignoble foot tread neer
This hallow'd peece of earth, Dorset lies here.
A small sad relique of a noble spirit,
Free as the air, and ample as his merit;
