All Poems
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Flowers of Sion: Sonnet 3 - Look how the flower
© William Henry Drummond
Look how the flower which ling'ringly doth fade,
The morning's darling late, the summer's queen,
Real Property
© Harold Monro
Tell me about that harvest field.
Oh! Fifty acres of living bread.
The colour has painted itself in my heart;
The form is patterned in my head.
At His Execution
© Rudyard Kipling
I am made all things to all men-
Hebrew, Roman, and Greek-
In each one's tongue I speal,
Suiting to each my word,
That some may be drawn to the Lord!
Sonnet XLIV: O Be Not Griev'd
© Samuel Daniel
O be not griev'd that these my papers should
Betray unto the world how fair thou art,
October
© Edgar Albert Guest
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;
Russia
© Katharine Lee Bates
WHAT sudden voice peals to the Caucasus,
To Finland and the bitter Caspian,
Translation Of A Latin Poem
© William Lisle Bowles
BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE, DEAN OF MANCHESTER.
Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled way
Smells
© Christopher Morley
WHY is it that the poet tells
So little of the sense of smell?
These are the odors I love well:
Book Of Suleika - The Reunion
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
CAN it be! of stars the star,
Do I press thee to my heart?
The Immortal Residue Inscription for my verse
© Adelaide Crapsey
Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look
In the pages of my book;
We Go No More To The Forest
© Mary Colborne-Veel
WE go no more to the forest,
The rimus are all cut down.
The Quarrel
© Madison Julius Cawein
Then were I wise to know how grew
This star-stained miracle of blue,
How God makes wild flowers out of dew.
The First Part: Sonnet 5 - How that vast heaven intitled First is roll'd,
© William Henry Drummond
How that vast heaven intitled First is roll'd,
If any other worlds beyond it lie,
Roman Ruins
© Richard Monckton Milnes
How could Rome live so long, and now be dead?
How came this waste and wilderness of stones?
How shows the orbèd monster, so long fed
On martyr--blood, his bare and crumbling bones?
Et Dona Ferentes
© Rudyard Kipling
In extended observation of the ways and works of man,
From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan:
I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise,
And the men of half Creation damning half Creation's eyes.
The Blackest Lie
© Jessie Pope
(The Frankfurter Zeitung states that Belgium intrigued with England and France to drag Germany into war.)
BIG bully Belgium,
"Up in my room on my unmade bed"
© Lesbia Harford
Up in my room on my unmade bed
I sat and read.
There was work waiting for me below.
I didn't go.
Commemoration Ode
© James Russell Lowell
WE sit here in the promised land
That flows with Freedom's honey and milk:
Thought's Garden.
© Robert Crawford
I have within Thought's garden sat
And played with this sweet flower and that,
And touched my lute till each soft string
Was tuned to Love's remembering.
