All Poems
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The North Sea Patrol
© Rudyard Kipling
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning,
And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole,
I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoya-
ble life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol!
My Little Cabane
© William Henry Drummond
I'm sittin' to-night on maleetle ca-
bane, more happier dan de king,
Phil-O-Rum's Canoe
© William Henry Drummond
O Ma ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you,
an' w'y was you be so slow?
A Last Prayer
© Helen Hunt Jackson
FATHER, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
That I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun;
Sonnet (Written in Keats' "Endymion")
© Thomas Hood
I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink
Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains
From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think
Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 9
© Joel Barlow
Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,
Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.
A Vision upon the Fairy Queen
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple where the vestal flame
Rachel
© Anna Akhmatova
When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,
He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer.
The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,
The little well's mouth was covered by a boulder.
He rolled the old boulder away from the well
And watered the flock with clean water himself.
Winter Streams
© Bliss William Carman
NOW the little rivers go
Muffled safely under snow,
And the winding meadow streams
Murmur in their wintry dreams,
To Mistress ------
© Thomas Parnell
Hadst thou but livd before ye Gods were dead
That Heathens ownd ye world might thus have said.
"If any settled seat ye Muses use
"Thou art that seat or art thy self a Muse.
What We All Think
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THAT age was older once than now,
In spite of locks untimely shed,
Or silvered on the youthful brow;
That babes make love and children wed.
A New Song to an Old Tune - From Victor Hugo
© Robert Fuller Murray
If a pleasant lawn there grow
By the showers caressed,
Fontenoy. 1745
© Emily Lawless
OH, BAD the march, the weary march, beneath these alien skies,
But good the night, the friendly night, that soothes our tired eyes.
Joy's City
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Joy's City hath high battlements of gold;
Joy's City hath her streets of gem-wrought flow'rs;
She hath her palaces high reared and bold,
And tender shades of perfumed lily bowers;
But ever day by day, and ever night by night,
An Angel measures still our City of Delight.
Lo, All the Way
© Adelaide Crapsey
Lo, All the Way,
Look you, I said, the clouds will break, the sky
The Kansas Emigrants
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS.
WE cross the prairie as of old
The pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West, as they the East,
