All Poems
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Song #3
© John Clare
I peeled bits of straws and I got switches too
From the grey peeling willow as idlers do,
Rubaiyat 28
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Dont let go of the cups lips
Till you receive your worldly tips.
Bittersweet is the worlds cup
From lovers lips and the cup sips.
The Fatherland
© James Russell Lowell
Where is the true man's fatherland?
Is it where he by chance is born?
Doth not the yearning spirit scorn
In such scant borders to be spanned?
Oh yes! his fatherland must be
As the blue heaven wide and free!
Dawn and Sunrise in the Snowy Mountains
© Charles Harpur
A few thin strips of fleecy cloud lies long
And motionless above the eastern steeps,
Jerezanas
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Jerezanas,
os debo mis virtudes católicas y humanas,
porque en el otro siglo, en vuestro hogar,
en los ceremoniosos estrados me eduqué,
velándome de amor, con las frentes
se velaban debajo del tupé.
Truth, Not Form!
© George MacDonald
I came upon a fountain on my way
When it was hot, and sat me down to drink
The Shakedown on the Floor
© Henry Lawson
Set me back for twenty summers
For Im tired of cities now
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia 1914
© Archibald Thomas Strong
The Night is thick with storm and driving cloud,
Lurid at instants through the blackness break
On A Spaniel, Called Beau, Killing A Young Bird
© William Cowper
A spaniel, Beau, that fares like you,
Well fed, and at his ease,
Should wiser be than to pursue
Each trifle that he sees.
The Wood
© Madison Julius Cawein
Witch-hazel, dogwood, and the maple here;
And there the oak and hickory;
Linn, poplar, and the beech-tree, far and near
As the eased eye can see.
The Vision Of Echard
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Benedictine Echard
Sat by the wayside well,
Where Marsberg sees the bridal
Of the Sarre and the Moselle.
Summer In England, 1914
© Alice Meynell
On London fell a clearer light;
Caressing pencils of the sun
Defined the distances, the white
Houses transfigured one by one,
The 'long, unlovely street' impearled.
O what a sky has walked the world!
To His Father
© Robinson Jeffers
Christ was your lord and captain all your life,
He fails the world but you he did not fail,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude III.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He ended: and a kind of spell
Upon the silent listeners fell.
The Poet's Song
© Archibald Lampman
There came no change from week to week
On all the land, but all one way,
Like ghosts that cannot touch nor speak,
Day followed day.
Encounter at St. Martin's
© Ken Smith
I tell a wanderer's tale, the same
I began long ago, a boy in a barn,
I am always lost in it. THe place
is always strange to me. In my pocket
The Vintage To The Dungeon. A Song
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!
Care shackles you in liberty:
Mirth frees you in captivity.
Would you double fetters adde?
Else why so sadde?
The Old M en
© Rudyard Kipling
This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end
Then we outlive the impatient years and the much too patient friend:
And because we know we have breath in our mouth and think we have thoughts enough in our head,
We shall assume that we are alive, whereas we are really dead.
