All Poems

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Song

© Archibald Lampman

Songs that could span the earth,
When leaping thought had stirred them,
In many an hour since birth,
We heard or dreamed we heard them.

The Spaewife

© Robert Louis Stevenson

OH, I wad like to kento the beggar-wife says I

Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.

Sonnet XL. John Weiss.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

THE summer comes again, yet nothing brings
Of him but memories of that clear-lit eye,
That voice, that presence that can never die.
Fame o'er his dust no public trumpet rings.

Five Little Toes In The Morning

This little toe is hungry-
This little toe is too,
This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,
And this toe cries "Boo-hoo."
This toe big and tall is the smartest of all
For he pops into stocking and shoe.

Art

© Alfred Noyes

Yes! Beauty still rebels!
Our dreams like clouds disperse:
She dwells
In agate, marble, verse.

Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

To The Baron De Humboldt,

© Helen Maria Williams

ON HIS BRINGING ME SOME FLOWERS IN MARCH.

The Verdicts [Jutland]

© Rudyard Kipling

Not in the thick of the fight,
Not in the press of the odds,
Do the heroes come to their height,
Or we know the demi-gods.

Sonnet. "If in thy heart the spring of joy remains"

© Frances Anne Kemble

If in thy heart the spring of joy remains,

All beauteous things, being reflected there,

A Letter From Italy

© Alfred Austin

I

Lately, when we wished good-bye

Quatrains

© James Benjamin Kenyon

YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
On wind-swift barbs, oer many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
Ere Ishmaels spirit drives them forth again.

The Ladys Lament

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Never happy any more!

Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,

Brooklyn Bridge

© Lola Ridge

Pythoness body - arching
Over the night like an ecstasy -
I feel your coils tightening…
And the world's lessening breath.

Ad Finem

The years they come and go,
The races drop in the grave,
Yet never the love doth so
Which here in my heart I have.

Mother Wept

Mother wept, and father sighd;

Words

Words, breathing words, full--murmuring syllables!
How you enrich the thoughts that dwell in you
With far--brought perfume, that no meaning tells
Yet stirs the mind to flower in thoughts anew!