All Poems
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Indignation
© Victor Marie Hugo
Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed
His style so sharp to scar imperial brows,
And lent the lustre lightening
The gloom in Dante's murky verse that flows,--
Ode To Liberty
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.
I.
A glorious people vibrated again
A Lesson In Drawing
© Nizar Qabbani
My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
The brush trembles in my hands
and I sink, weeping.
Noches De Hotel
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Se distraen las penas en los cuartos de hoteles
Con el heterogéneo concurso divertido
De yanquis, sacerdotes, quincalleros infieles,
Niñas recién casadas y mozas del partido.
Rose Mary
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Of her two fights with the Beryl-stone
Lost the first, but the second won.
The Death Of Adam
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Cedars, that high upon the untrodden slopes
Of Lebanon stretch out their stubborn arms,
Through all the tempests of seven hundred years
Fast in their ancient place, where they look down
Desire
© Matthew Arnold
Thou, who dost dwell alone;
Thou, who dost know thine own;
Thou, to whom all are known,
From the cradle to the grave,--
Save, O, save!
Words
© Madison Julius Cawein
I cannot tell what I would tell thee,
What I would say, what thou shouldst hear:
Words of the soul that should compell thee,
Words of the heart to draw thee near.
Report To Crazy Horse
© William Stafford
Crazy Horse, tell me if I am right:
these are the things we thought we were
doing something about.
The Run of the Downs
© Rudyard Kipling
The Weald is good, the Downs are best--
I'll give you the run of 'em, East to West.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A FOREST IN BOSNIA
Spirit of Trajan! What a world is here,
What remnant of old Europe in this wood,
Of life primaeval rude as in the year
To a Sky-Lark
© William Wordsworth
Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven,
Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind;
But hearing thee, or others of thy kind,
As full of gladness and as free of heaven,
I, with my fate contented, will plod on,
And hope for higher raptures, when life's day is done.
The Garden Of Gethsemane
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The place is fair and tranquil, Judaeas cloudless sky
Smiles down on distant mountain, on glade and valley nigh,
And odorous winds bring fragrance from palm-tops darkly green,
And olive trees whose branches wave softly oer the scene.
SweetYou forgotbut I remembered
© Emily Dickinson
SweetYou forgotbut I remembered
Every timefor Two
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You
The Hill Pines Were Sighing
© Robert Seymour Bridges
The hill pines were sighing,
O'ercast and chill was the day:
A mist in the valley lying
Blotted the pleasant May.
Delicious Beauty That Doth Lie
© John Marston
DELICIOUS Beauty, that doth lie
Wrapped in a skin of ivory,
Lie still, lie still upon thy back,
And, Fancy, let no sweet dreams lack
To tickle her, to tickle her with pleasing thoughts.
The short Wooing
© Henry King
Like an Oblation set before a Shrine,
Fair One! I offer up this heart of mine.
Whether the Saint accept my Gift or no,
Ile neither fear nor doubt before I know.
