All Poems
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A Toadstool Comes Up In A Night
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A toadstool comes up in a night, -
Learn the lesson, little folk: -
An oak grows on a hundred years,
But then it is an oak.
Art And Life
© Lola Ridge
When Art goes bounding, lean,
Up hill-tops fired green
To pluck a rose for life.
A Song. In Vain You Tell Your Parting Lover
© Matthew Prior
In vain you tell your parting lover
You wish fair winds may waft him over
To Children: For Tyrants
© George Meredith
Strike not thy dog with a stick!
I did it yesterday:
Not to undo though I gained
The Paradise: heavy it rained
On Kobold's flanks, and he lay.
To Lamartine
© James Russell Lowell
I did not praise thee when the crowd,
'Witched with the moment's inspiration,
Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud,
And stamped their dusty adoration;
I but looked upward with the rest,
And, when they shouted Greatest, whispered Best.
Marmion: Introduction to Canto VI.
© Sir Walter Scott
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
London - in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal
© Samuel Johnson
'--Quis ineptae
Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se?' ~ Juv.
Time
© George Herbert
Meeting with Time, slack thing, said I,
Thy sithe is dull; whet it for shame.
No marvell Sir, he did replie,
If it at length deserve some blame:
But where one man would have me grinde it,
Twentie for one too sharp do finde it.
Young Benjie
© Andrew Lang
Of all the maids of fair Scotland,
The fairest was Marjorie;
And young Benjie was her ae true love,
And a dear true love was he.
Witnesses
© Madison Julius Cawein
You say I do not love you!--Tell me why,
When I have gazed a little on your face,
And then gone forth into the world of men,
A beauty, neither of the Earth or Sky,
A glamour, that transforms each common place,
Attends my spirit then?
On An Autumn Sketch Of H.G. Wild
© James Russell Lowell
Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall
The sunset stays: that hill in glory rolled,
Ami, Chez Nos Francois
© André Marie de Chénier
Ami, chez nos Français ma muse voudrait plaire;
Mais j'ai fui la satire à leurs regards si chère.
The Little HandMaiden
© Archibald Lampman
The King's son walks in the garden fair-
Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!
He little knows for his toil and care,
That the bride is gone and the bower is bare.
Put on garments of white, my maidens!
Rimas XXXIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Es cuestion de palabras, y no obstante
Ni tu ni yo jamas,
Despues de lo pasado, convendremos
En quien la culpa esta.
Pot And Kettle
© Robert Graves
Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot.
A tale of burning love between a kettle and a pot.
The pot was stalwart iron and the kettle trusty tin,
And though their sides were black with smoke they bubbled love within.
On Seeing Weather Beaten Trees
© Adelaide Crapsey
Is it as plainly in our living shown,
By slant and twist, which way the wind has blown?
Phantoms
© Madison Julius Cawein
This was her home; one mossy gable thrust
Above the cedars and the locust trees:
This was her home, whose beauty now is dust,
A lonely memory for melodies
The wild birds sing, the wild birds and the bees.
Mary Called Him 'Mister'
© Henry Lawson
They'd parted but a year beforeshe never thought hed come,
She stammerd, blushed, held out her hand, and called him Mister Gum.
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur John.
He called her Miss le Brook, and asked how she was getting on.
