All Poems
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On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;
Sonnet XCVII: A Superscription
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
The Mountain Whippoorwill
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Listen to my fiddle Kingdom ComeKingdom Come!
Hear the frogs a-chunkin "Jug o rum, Jug o' rum!"
Hear that mountain-whippoorwill be lonesome in the air.
An Ill tell yuh how I traveled to the Essex County Fair.
Wine And Joy
© Fyodor Sologub
Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
Rain In The Desert
© John Gould Fletcher
The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder
Is merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burning
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III:
© Ellis Parker Butler
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.
A Real Thriller
© Edgar Albert Guest
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills
That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. for pills,
A Wreath Of Sonnets (10/14)
© France Preseren
Frail growth these blossoms had, so sad and few:
As when on some warm February day
An early rose unfolds her petals gay,
Enjoying for a space the sun anew,
"Today, in class"
© Lesbia Harford
Today, in class,
I read aloud to forty little boys
The legend of King Croesus' boasted joys.
They were so young,
Marguerite
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
She was a child of gentlest air,
Of deep-dark eyes, but golden hair,
And, ah! I loved her unaware,
Marguerite!
Poland - Italy - Hungary
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
In the great Darkness of the Passion, graves
Were oped, and many Saints which slept arose.
The Sensible Romance Of Mildred
© Edgar Albert Guest
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful blond,
As fair as peroxide could make her.
Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to 'His Answer'
© Francis Bret Harte
June 4th! Do you know what that date means?
June 4th! By this air and these pines!
Dorchester Amphitheatre .
© John Kenyon
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,
Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,
The Accursed Cherub
© Arthur Rimbaud
Bluish roofs and white doors
As on nocturnal Sundays,
At the town's end,
the road without Sound is white,
and it is night.
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
© Emily Dickinson
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
Three timesHe would not go
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Watersstrove to stay.
Sonnet. On Peace
© John Keats
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy presence bless
The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle;
Bellambi's Maid
© Henry Kendall
Amongst the thunder-splintered caves
On Ocean's long and windy shore,
