All Poems
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The Responsibility Of Fatherhood
© Edgar Albert Guest
BEFORE you came, my little lad,
I used to think that I was good,
A Book of Dreams: Part II
© George MacDonald
A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.
O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
© Anna Laetitia Waring
O, this is blessing, this is rest
Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee:
Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook
© William Ernest Henley
Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook
And the rope of the Black Election,
A National Song for Australia Felix
© Anonymous
Dark over the face of Nature sublime
Reign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;
The world a desert - no oasis green
A man-loving soul on its surface had seen;
A Postscript unto the Reader
© Michael Wigglesworth
And now good Reader, I return again
To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain
Coronation Poem And Prayer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The world has crowned a thousand kings:
But destiny has kept
What Though I Cannot Break My Chain
© Augustus Montague Toplady
What though I cannot break my chain
Or eer throw off my load,
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.
The Hostile Brothers
© Heinrich Heine
Yonder, on the mountain summit,
Lies the castle wrapped in night;
In the valley gleam the sparkles
Struck from clashing swords in fight.
Dawn, Noon And Dewfall
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin
Up and at it airly, and the orchard-blossoms bobbin'!
Peekin' from the winder, half-awake, and wishin'
I could go to sleep agin as well as go a-fishin'!
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV A Riddle Solved
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
When you, you wonder why, love none.
We love, Fool, for the good we do,
Not that which unto us is done!
On Love And Beauty: I: To A Promessa Sposa
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Look on this flower, which, from its little tree
Of bodily stem and branches and leaves green,
Reverence Waking Hope
© George MacDonald
A power is on me, and my soul must speak
To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05:
© Conrad Aiken
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,
Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.
A flock of pigeons rises with blue wings flashing,
Rises with whistle of wings, hovers an instant,
And settles slowly again on the tarnished grass.
Love knocks At The Door
© John Hall Wheelock
In the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart,
"Let in - let in -" I said.
After The Burial
© James Russell Lowell
YES, faith is a goodly anchor;
When skies are sweet as a psalm,
At the bows it lolls so stalwart,
In bluff, broad-shouldered calm.
Rich And Poor
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hill and valley and mead and plain
Are all her own, with their wealth of grain.
Hymn 117
© Isaac Watts
Behold the potter and the clay,
He forms his vessels as he please:
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his high decrees.
