All Poems
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The Miracle
© Virna Sheard
Up from the templed city of the Jews,
The road ran straight and white
To Jericho, the City of the Palms,
The City of Delight.
The Khan's Devil
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Khan came from Bokhara town
To Hamza, santon of renown.
Morning
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O GRACIOUS breath of sunrise! divine air!
That brood'st serenely o'er the purpling hills;
O blissful valleys! nestling, cool and fair,
In the fond arms of yonder murmurous rills,
To Mrs. J.S. Blackie
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Dear Friend, once, in a dream, I, looking o'er
The Past, saw the Four Seasons slow advance
Well! Thou Art Happy
© George Gordon Byron
Well! thou art happy, and I feel
That I should thus be happy too;
For still my heart regards thy weal
Warmly, as it was wont to do.
On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History
© William Wordsworth
A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground,
And to the people at the Isthmian Games
Assembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaims
THE LIBERTY OF GREECE:--the words rebound
For Our Lady Of The Rocks By Leonardo Da Vinci
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Mother, is this the darkness of the end,
The Shadow of Death? and is that outer sea
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo rings
Still in those syllables of vain delight!
What voice of what dead pleasures on what wings
Of Maenad laughters pulsing through the night!
Fifteenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies,
Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,
Elegy On Newstead Abbey
© George Gordon Byron
No mail-clad serfs, obedient to their lord,
In grim array the crimson cross demand;
Or gay assemble round the festive board
Their chief's retainers, an immortal band:
The Fight Worth While
© Edgar Albert Guest
fight worth while on this good old earth
Isn't the fight for a hoard of gold I
"Not Known"
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
On receiving through the Post-Office a Returned Letter from an old
residence, marked on the envelope, "Not Known."
The Splendour And The Curse Of Song
© George Essex Evans
Methought the unknown God we seek in vain
Grew weary of the evil He had wrought
On A Similar Character (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
You give your cheks a rosy stain,
With washes dye your hair;
But paint and washes both are vain
To give a youthful air.
Pine Trees
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Down through the heart of the dim woods
The laden, jolting waggons come.
Tall pines, chained together,
They carry; stems straight and bare,
Chanson D'Automne
© Paul Verlaine
Leaf-strewing gales
Utter low wails
Like violins,--
Till on my soul
Their creeping dole
Stealthily wins....
La Estrofa Que Danza
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Ya brotas de la escena cual guarismo
tornasol, y desfloras el mutismo
con los toques undívagos de tu planta certera
que fiera se amanera al marcar hechicera
las multánimes giros de una sola quimera.
