All Poems
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The Pine's Mystery
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LISTEN! the sombre foliage of the Pine,
A swart Gitana of the woodland trees,
Is answering what we may but half divine
To those soft whispers of the twilight breeze!
Cooranbean
© Henry Kendall
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of men
Since sound of a voice or a foot came out of the head of that glen.
Stolen Heart
© Arthur Rimbaud
Ithypallic and soldierish
Their jeerings have depraved it
In the rudder you see frescoes
Ithypallic and soldierish
O, abracadabratic waves
Take my heart, let it be washed!
Character Of The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
-It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Limerick: There was an Old Man with a flute
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a flute,
A serpent ran into his boot;
But he played day and night,
Till the serpent took flight,
And avoided that man with a flute.
An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote
© William Cowper
Did not my Muse (what can she less?)
Perceive her own unworthiness,
A Boys Hopes
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Dear mother, dry those flowing tears,
They grieve me much to see;
A Poem To Be Said On Hearing The Birds Sing
© Douglas Hyde
A FRAGRANT prayer upon the air
My child taught me,
Flowers From Sion: Sonnet 25 - More oft than once death whispered
© William Henry Drummond
More oft than once death whispered in mine ear:
Grave what thou hears in diamond and gold -
Condemned
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And last the gaol.--What stillness in these doors!
The silent turnkeys their last bolts have shot,
And their steps die in the long corridors.
I am alone. My tears run fast and hot.
Dear Lord, for Thy grief's sake I kiss these floors
Kneeling; then turn to sleep, dreams trouble not.
Political Intelligence
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
Nobody said Apples for nearly a minute
I thought I should die.
Home
© Emily Dickinson
Years I had been from home,
And now, before the door
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Letter In Verse
© John Clare
Like boys that run behind the loaded wain
For the mere joy of riding back again,
The Crowded Street
© William Cullen Bryant
Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.
A Greyport Legend
© Francis Bret Harte
They ran through the streets of the seaport town,
They peered from the decks of the ships that lay;
Ballads Of Four Seasons: Winter
© Li Po
The courier will depart next day, she's told.
She sews a warrior's gown all night.
Her fingers feel the needle cold.
How can she hold the scissors tight?
The Shining Host
© Gabriela Mistral
In vain you try
To smother my song:
A million children
In chorus sing it
When I Was Still A Youthful Wight
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
That my features were small-yes, very;
Yet then full many a beauteous child
With true affection upon me smil'd.
The Way To Make Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
THE way to make friends is as easy
As breathing the fresh morning air;
