All Poems
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The Call
© George Meredith
Under what spell are we debased
By fears for our inviolate Isle,
Whose record is of dangers faced
And flung to heel with even smile?
Is it a vaster force, a subtler guile?
Testing The Bomb
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh they're testing the bomb as I'm singing this song
They say not to worry cause nothing can go wrong
They're testing the bomb as I'm singing this song
They say not to worry cause nothing can
Ben Jonson: III
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Nor less, high-stationed on the grey grave heights,
High-thoughted seers with heavens heart-kindling lights
Hold converse: and the herd of meaner things
Knows or by fiery scourge or fiery shaft
When wrath on thy broad brows has risen, and laughed,
Darkening thy soul with shadow of thunderous wings.
Restraint
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dear heart and love! what happiness to sit
And watch the firelight's varying shade and shine
Lincoln Monument: Washington
© Langston Hughes
Let's go see Old Abe
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the moonlight,
Quiet for ten thousand centuries, old Abe.
Quiet for a million, million years.
Self-Study
© James Russell Lowell
A presence both by night and day,
That made my life seem just begun,
Yet scarce a presence, rather say
The warning aureole of one.
The Observant "Eldest" Speaks
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PA vows that all gluttony's wicked;
He's always for docking my meat,
And ne'er at dessert will he give me
Enough of what's racy and sweet:
Gray Fog
© Sara Teasdale
A FOG drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.
On The Conversion Of A Sister
© George Moses Horton
'Tis the voice of my sister at home,
Resign'd to the treasures above,
Inviting the strangers to come,
And feast at the banquet of love.
Life And Death
© Duncan Campbell Scott
I THOUGHT of death beside the lonely sea
That went beyond the limit of my sight,
Seeming the image of his mastery,
The semblance of his huge and gloomy might.
Written in a Flower Book, of my own Colouring, designed for Lady Plymouth
© William Shenstone
Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-Hor.
Imitation.
Constructor of the tributary wreath
For rural maids.
Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Cloak her in ermine, for the night is cold,
And wrap her warmly, for the night is long;
In pious hands the flaming torches hold,
While her attendants, chosen from among
My Theme
© George Meredith
Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:
The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.
The Heroins Or Cupid Punishd Transl: From Ausonius.
© Thomas Parnell
In airy fields ye fields of bliss below
Where woods of Myrtle sett by Maro grow
Where grass beneath & shade diffusd above
Refresh the feavour of distracted Love
There at a solemn tide ye Beautys slain
By tender passion act their fates again
To Henry
© Amelia Opie
Think not, while fairer nymphs invite
Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure's bowers,
My faded form shall meet thy sight,
And cloud my Henry's smiling hours.
Rimas LXVIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
No se lo que he sonado
En la noche pasada;
Triste, muy triste debio ser el sueno,
Pues despierto la angustia me duraba.
Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?
© Pablo Neruda
Is there anything in the world sadder
Than a train standing in the rain?.
Sonnet 74: I Never Drank
© Sir Philip Sidney
I never drank of Aganippe well,
Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit,
And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to swell;
Poor layman I, for sacred rites unfit.
