All Poems
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The Rude Wind Is Singing
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
The Labourer In The Vineyard
© Stephen Spender
Through torn spaces between spearing leaves
The lake glows with waters combed sideways,
And climbing up to reach the vine-spire vanes
The mountain crests beyond the far shore
Paint their sky of glass with rocks and snow.
Sonnet XXII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,
Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older,
The Inhuman Wolf And The Lamb Sans Gene
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A gaunt and relentless wolf, possessed
Of a quite insatiable thirst,
Once paused at a stream to drink and rest,
And found that, bound on a similar quest,
A lamb had arrived there first.
Wreath For A Bridal
© Sylvia Plath
What though green leaves only witness
Such pact as is made once only; what matter
That owl voice sole yes, while cows utter
Low moos of approve; let sun surpliced in brightness
Stand stock still to laud these mated ones
Whose stark act all coming double luck joins.
Horace, Book I. Ode IX.
© William Cowper
This be our part -- let Heaven dispose the rest;
If Jove command, the winds shall sleep,
That now wage war upon the foamy deep,
And gentle gales spring from the balmy west.
Mathematics
© Arthur Clement Hilton
"Practice makes perfect," so they say.
It may be true. The fact is
That I unhappily am not
Yet perfect in my Practice.
Sonnet Addressed To William Hayley, Esq.
© William Cowper
Hayley, thy tenderness fraternal shown
In our first interview, delightful guest!
To Mary and me for her dear sake distressed,
Such as it is has made my heart thy own,
New Year On Dartmoor
© Sylvia Plath
This is newness : every little tawdry
Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,
When Some Day
© Hovhannes Toumanian
Sweet comrade, when you come some day
To gaze upon my tomb,
And scattered all around it see
Bright flowers in freshest bloom,
To The Sole Concern
© Stéphane Mallarme
To the sole concern in voyaging
Beyond an India dark and splendid
Let it be times message, this greeting
Cape that your stern doubled
Woman On The Field Of Battle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Where hath not a woman stood,
Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current!
The Chase.
© Robert Crawford
There is in us a hue and cry,
The hart of Life is up;
But when the chase is done, we'll lie
Where we with Death shall sup.
The Bad Squire
© Charles Kingsley
The merry brown hares came leaping
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping
Under the moonlight still.
Hack and Hew
© Bliss William Carman
Hack ad Hew were the sons of God
In the earlier earth than now:
One at his right hand, one at his left,
To obey as he taught them how.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heart
I could weep for you and your sad graceless doom.
You stand at my life's threshold in the part
Of king's chief jester in the ante--room,
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
