All Poems

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Life From The Lifeless

© Robinson Jeffers

Spirits and illusions have died,
The naked mind lives
In the beauty of inanimate things.

The Fire-side

© Nathaniel Cotton

Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's maze advance;
Tho' singularity and pride
Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside,
Nor join the giddy dance.

Golf Luck

© Edgar Albert Guest

As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money;

I shall always be a member of the dubs;

The World's Need

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind,
Is all the sad world needs.

Art Colours

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

On must we go: we search dead leaves,
We chase the sunset's saddest flames,
The nameless hues that o'er and o'er
In lawless wedding lost their names.

On The Reverend Mr. Hunter, Who received A Degree From The University Of Oxford

© Hannah More

Go, happy spirit, seek that blissful land

Where zealous Michael leads the glorious band

The Snowdrop In The Snow

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

O full of Faith! The Earth is rock,-the Heaven

The dome of a great palace all of ice,

The Psalm Of A Sojourner

© Henry Van Dyke

Thou hast taken me into the tent of the world, O God:
Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter:
Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.

Ah, If You Knew

© Mathilde Blind

Ah, if you knew how soon and late
My eyes long for a sight of you
Sometimes in passing by my gate
You'd linger until fall of dew,
If you but knew!

To Any Member Of My Generation

Whenever we kissed we cocked the future's rifles
And from our wild-oat words, like dragon's teeth,
Death underfoot now arises; when we were gay
Dancing together in what we hoped was life,
Who was it in our arms but the whores of death
Whom we have found in our beds today, today?

Of The Rose Bush

© John Bunyan

This homely bush doth to mine eyes expose

A very fair, yea, comely ruddy rose.

Pig

Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather,
Ride, follow the fox if you can!
But, for pleasure and profit together,
Allow me the hunting of Man-
The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul
To its ruin-the hunting of Man.

A Song Of Sydney

High headlands all jealously hide thee,

O fairest of sea-girdled towns!

The Two Soldiers

© Thomas Hardy

Just at the corner of the wall
We met - yes, he and I -
Who had not faced in camp or hall
Since we bade home good-bye,
And what once happened came back - all -
Out of those years gone by.