All Poems
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Is It Well?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,
Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?
Composed on The Eve Of The Marriage Of A Friend In The Vale Of Grasmere
© William Wordsworth
WHAT need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,
These humble nuptials to proclaim or grace?
Angels of love, look down upon the place;
Shed on the chosen vale a sun-bright day!
Sonnet XII "What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name"
© Henry Timrod
What gossamer lures thee now? What hope, what name
Is on thy lips? What dreams to fruit have grown?
Prologue: The Pleasant Comedy Of Old Fortunatus
© Thomas Dekker
OF Love's sweet war our timorous Muse doth sing,
And to the bosom of each gentle dear,
Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy
© Sir Philip Sidney
Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight,
That face, whose lecture shows what perfect beauty is:
That presence, which doth give dark hearts a living light:
That grace, which Venus weeps that she herself doth miss:
The Vision of the Rock
© Charles Harpur
I SATE upon a lonely peak,
A backwood rivers course to view,
The Song against Grocers
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
The Bonny Earl of Murray
© Thomas Percy
Ye highlands, and ye lawlands,
Oh! whair hae ye been?
They hae slaine the earl of Murray,
And hae layd him on the green.
Sonnets of the Empire:Glorianas England
© Archibald Thomas Strong
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,
Fearing nor foemans hate, nor iron clime,
Sonnet XXV: Winged Hours
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Each hour until we meet is as a bird
That wings from far his gradual way along
Cordelia
© William Michael Rossetti
They turn on her and fix their eyes,
But cease not passing inward;--one
Sneering with lips still curled to lies,
Sinuous of body, serpent-wise;
Her footfall creeps, and her looks shun
The very thing on which they dwell.
Night Watches
© James Russell Lowell
While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold,
Counts and recounts the mornward steps of Time,
The Coming Of War: Actaeon
© Ezra Pound
An image of Lethe,
and the fields
Full of faint light
but golden,
Gray cliffs,
and beneath them
Die Abwechslung
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich trinke nicht stets einen Wein.
Das moechte mir zu ekel sein.
Wein aus Burgund, Wein von der Mosel Strande,
Einheimschen Wein, Wein aus dem Frankenlande,
Die wechsl ich taeglich mit Bedacht,
Weil Wechseln alles suesser macht.
The Web Of Eros
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;
The songs that turned to gold the evening air
The Journey Of Life
© William Cullen Bryant
Beneath the waning moon I walk at night,
And muse on human life--for all around
Are dim uncertain shapes that cheat the sight,
And pitfalls lurk in shade along the ground,
And broken gleams of brightness, here and there,
Glance through, and leave unwarmed the death-like air.
On A Picture Of The Finding Of Moses By Pharoah's Daughter
© Charles Lamb
This picture does the story express
Of Moses in the bulrushes.
How livelily the painter's hand
By colours makes us understand!
Sleep Did Come Wi The Dew
© William Barnes
O when our zun's a-zinkèn low,
How soft's the light his feäce do drow
