All Poems
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Imperfection
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not as the eye hath seen, shall we behold
Romance and beauty, when we've passed away;
The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees
© Robert Herrick
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,
Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;
If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,
Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.
The Two Samaritans and the Tramp
© Henry Lawson
I aint agin the temperance cause,
Nor yet no advocate ov drinkin
I only tells the yarn because
Well, at the time it somehow seemed
Ter kind ov set me thinkin.
The Coiner
© Rudyard Kipling
Against the Bermudas we foundered, whereby
This Master, that Swabber, yon Bo'sun, and I
(Our pinnace and crew being drowned in the main)
Must beg for our bread through old England again.
Awakening
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Out of first sleep as they awoke
The moon had stolen upon her face.
It seemed that they had opened eyes
New on another world and place.
To His Friend J. H.
© Alexander Brome
If thou canst fashion no excuse,
To stay at home, as 'tis thy use,
When I do send for thee,
Let neither sickness, way, nor rain,
With fond delusions thee detain,
But come thy way to me.
Man Stands in Need of Man
© Theocritus
For Heaven's eternal wisdom has decreed
That man of man should ever stand in need.
The Seas of England
© Walter de la Mare
The seas of England are our old delight:
Let the loud billow of the shingly shore
Sing freedom on her breezes evermore
To all earths ships that sailing heave in sight!
Oer The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain
© William Wordsworth
O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,
Dwells in the affections and the soul of man
A Godhead, like the universal PAN;
But more exalted, with a brighter train:
The Worlds Doing
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ONE scarce would think that we can be the same
Who used, in those first childish Junes, to creep
To a Cyclamen
© Walter Savage Landor
I COME to visit thee agen,
My little flowerless cyclamen;
To touch the hand, almost to press,
That cheerd thee in thy loneliness.
The Last To Leave
© Leon Gellert
The guns were silent, and the silent hills
had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze
I gazed upon the vales and on the rills,
And whispered, "What of these?' and "What of these?
Dance Of The Hanged Men
© Arthur Rimbaud
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing, dancing
The lean, the devil's paladins
The skeletons of Saladins.
Slave And Emperor
© Alfred Noyes
Yet, in the darkest hour of all,
When black defeat began,
The Emperor heard the mountains quake,
He felt the graves beneath him shake,
He watched his legions rally and break,
And he whimpered as they ran.
An Old Song
© Dorothea Mackellar
The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.
I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.
All The Bells Were Ringing
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
All the bells were ringing
And all the birds were singing,
Pebbles
© Herman Melville
I
Though the Clerk of the Weather insist,
And lay down the weather-law,
Pintado and gannet they wist
That the winds blow whither they list
In tempest or flaw.
The Thames At Mortlake
© Benjamin Jonson
at low tide
this was the place
for calm, for order of a kind
