All Poems
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Love
© Sir Walter Scott
In peace, Love tunes the shepherds reed;
In war, he mounts the warriors steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Castro Alves From Brazil
© Pablo Neruda
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?
Did you sing for the flower? For the water
whose beauty whispered words to the stones?
Did you sing to the eyes, to the torn profile
of the woman you once loved? For the spring?
Fille Du Vieux Pasteur
© André Marie de Chénier
Fille du vieux pasteur, qui d'une main agile
Le soir emplis de lait trente vases d'argile,
Breitmann In Maryland
© Charles Godfrey Leland
DER BREITMANN mit his gompany
Rode out in Marylandt.
"Dere's nix to trink in dis countrie;
ine droat's as dry as sand.
Sonnet. "When in the wintry woods you hear the note"
© Frances Anne Kemble
When in the wintry woods you hear the note
Of some small robin piping his delight
On The Two Bridal-Biers
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
How sweet a solace is the bridal-bed
Dawn as prepared, evening as hallowèd
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet VIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so it was that, sitting ever thus
Dumb to all speech of those that knew her woe
And bare with her sole sorrow in the house,
And ever watching with sad eyes below
The Ringlet
© Caroline Norton
Change!--thou wert all life's scenery:
To me, the billowy, bounding wave--
The wide green earth--the far blue sky,
Form but the landscape of thy grave!
Sonnet XX. To The Countess Od A----
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the anniversary of her marriage.
ON this blest day may no dark cloud, or shower,
With envious shade the Sun's bright influence hide!
But all his rays illume the favour'd hour,
Chorus from 'Atalanta'
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
The Woodcutter's Hut
© Archibald Lampman
Far up in the wild and wintery hills in the heart of the cliff-broken
woods,
Lines On Captain Wogan. To An Oak Tree
© Sir Walter Scott
Emblem of England's ancient faith,
Full proudly may thy branches wave,
Where loyalty lies low in death,
And valour fills a timeless grave.
Bednyj pevec
© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky
O krasnyj mir, gde ja votshche rascvel,
prosti navek! S obmanutoj dushoju
ja schast'ja zhdal - mechtam konec;
pogiblo vse, umolkni, lira;
skorej, skorej v obitel' mira,
bednyj pevec, bednyj pevec!
Babylon Is Fallen!
© Henry Clay Work
Don't you see de black clouds
Risin' ober yonder,
Whar de Massa's old plantation am?
Neber you be frightened,
Dem is only darkies,
Come to jine an' fight for Uncle Sam,
A Pocket Handkerchief To Hem
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A pocket handkerchief to hem -
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Flower-De-Luce: The Wind Over The Chimney
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
See, the fire is sinking low,
Dusky red the embers glow,
While above them still I cower,
While a moment more I linger,
Though the clock, with lifted finger,
Points beyond the midnight hour.
Sonnett - XIII
© James Russell Lowell
Beloved, in the noisy city here,
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;
