All Poems
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Music And Sleep
© Madison Julius Cawein
These have a life that hath no part in death;
These circumscribe the soul and make it strong;
The Vampire
© Madison Julius Cawein
A lily in a twilight place?
A moonflow'r in the lonely night?--
Strange beauty of a woman's face
Of wildflow'r-white!
The Guides At Cabul
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Sons of the Island race, wherever ye dwell,
Who speak of your fathers' battles with lips that burn,
The Past
© Charles Harpur
And hope herself admits: To thee
But a darkening scene
Only slow days of care and doubt,
Only a dreary lengthening out,
Of what this later past hath been.
The Test of Loveis Death
© Emily Dickinson
The Test of Loveis Death
Our Lord"so loved"it saith
What Largest Loverhath
Anotherdoth
Passing Remark
© William Stafford
In personalities I like mild colorless people.
And in colors I prefer gray and brown.
Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Lord Jesus, who would think that I am Thine?
Ah, who would think
Who sees me ready to turn back or sink,
That Thou art mine?
The Columbiad: Book III
© Joel Barlow
His eldest hope, young Rocha, at his call,
Resigns his charge within the temple wall;
In whom began, with reverend forms of awe,
The functions grave of priesthood and of law,
Address To A Maid
© Charles Mair
If those twin gardens of delight,
Thine eyes, were ever in my sight,
V: GleeThe great storm is over
© Emily Dickinson
GleeThe great storm is over
Fourhave recovered the Land
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling Sand.
The Impecunious Fop
© Joseph Hall
See'st thou how gaily my young master goes,
Vaunting himself upon his rising toes;
To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GONE to thy Heavenly Father's rest!
The flowers of Eden round thee blowing,
And on thine ear the murmurs blest
Of Siloa's waters softly flowing!
Prepare, Prepare
© Thomas Shadwell
Prepare, prepare, new Guests draw near
And on the brink of Hell appear.
Sonnet VI
© Caroline Norton
WHERE the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
Where luxury curtains out the evening sky;--
Triumphant Mirth sits flush'd upon thy brow,
And ready laughter lurks within thine eye.
The Boy Out Of Church
© Robert Graves
As Jesus and his followers
Upon a Sabbath morn
Were walking by a wheat field
They plucked the ears of corn.
Mourning Women
© Mathilde Blind
Most wretched women! whom your prophet dooms
To take love's penalties without its prize!
Yes; you shall bear the unborn in your wombs,
And water dusty death with streaming eyes,
And, wailing, beat your breasts among the tombs;
But souls ye have none fit for Paradise.
Wisdom
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love wine and beauty and the spring,
While wine is red and spring is here,
And through the almond blossoms ring
The dove-like voices of thy Dear.
Reflections III.
© Samuel Rogers
The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools;
And well they may. All that is great in thought,
That strikes at once as with electric fire,
And lifts us, as it were, from earth to heaven,
