All Poems
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Inscription In A Beautiful Retreat Called Fairy Bower
© Hannah More
Airy spirits, you who love
Cooling bower, or shady grove;
Streams that murmur as they flow,
Zephyrs bland that softly blow;
How One Winter Came In The Lake Region
© William Wilfred Campbell
Far in the smoky woods the birds were mute,
Save that from blackened tree a jay would scream,
Or far in swamps the lizard's lonesome lute
Would pipe in thirst, or by some gnarlèd root
The tree-toad trilled his dream.
For My Wife by Wesley McNair : American Life in Poetry #255 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
A honeymoon. How often does one happen according to the dreams that preceded it? In this poem, Wesley McNair, a poet from Maine, describes a first night of marriage in a tawdry place. But all’s well that ends well.
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - A Solemn Dirge
© Oliver Goldsmith
ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,
And waken every note of woe;
When truth and virtue reach the skies,
'Tis ours to weep the want below!
The Foil
© George Herbert
If we could see below
The sphere of vertue, and each shining grace,
As plainly as that above doth show;
This were the better skie, the brighter place.
Facta Non Verba
© Henry Van Dyke
Deeds not Words: I say so too!
And yet I find it somehow true,
A word may help a man in need,
To nobler act and braver deed.
Olney Hymn 65: Grace And Providence
© William Cowper
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.
To the Rev. John Saunders on his Departure for England
© Charles Harpur
If a large love of the whole human race,
With charity that hopeth a meet cure
The Young Mother
© Katharine Tynan
In dreadful times of tears and war
She sails, a little fixed star,
Or like a little ship she glides
With gentle winds and favouring tides
Up to the harbour bar.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 06
© William Langland
"This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde
That [myghte] folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk hem mened.
April Night
© Archibald Lampman
Ah, soon, the teeming triumph! At my feet
The river with its stately sweep and wheel
Moves on slow-motioned, luminous, gray like steel.
From fields far off whose watery hollows gleam,
Aye with blown throats that make the long hours sweet,
The sleepless toads are murmuring in their dreams.
Of The Son of Man
© George MacDonald
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjust
To look with jealousy on her designs;
On The Mad-House In Venice
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Honour aright the philosophic thought,
That they who, by the trouble of the brain
Or heart, for usual life are overwrought,
Hither should come to discipline their pain.
Lamenting The Absence Of A Cherished Friend
© Confucius
Though small my basket, all my toil
Filled it with mouse-ears but in part.
I set it on the path, and sighed
For the dear master of my heart.
To One Married to an Old Man
© Edmund Waller
Since thou wouldst needs,
Bewitched with some ill charms,
Be buried in those monumental arms,
All we can wish is, may that earth lie light
Upon thy tender limbs, and so goodnight.
Spring And Autumn
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The apple blossom from the bough is falling
In sunshine hours, the long young days of summer,
The Sailor's Sweetheart
© Duncan Campbell Scott
O if love were had for asking,
In the markets of the town,
New Heaven
© Katharine Tynan
Paradise now has many a Knight,
Many a lordkin, many lords,
Glimmer of armor, dinted and bright,
The young Knights have put on new swords.
