All Poems

/ page 1235 of 3210 /

Order by :

Shell-Music

© Roderic Quinn

YOU with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
Slim and so white
In the moonlight?

Mary Bayfield

© John Clare

How beautiful the summer night

When birds roost on the mossy tree,

Gipsy Vans

© Rudyard Kipling

Unless you come of the Gypsy stock

That steals by night and day,

A Statue In The Garden

© Eleanor Agnes Lee

I was a goddess ere the marble found me.
Wind, wind, delay not!
Waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me!
Will the wind stay not?

Parliament Hill Fields

© Sylvia Plath

On this bald hill the new year hones its edge.
Faceless and pale as china
The round sky goes on minding its business.
Your absence is inconspicuous;
Nobody can tell what I lack.

Little Breeches

© John Hay

And here all hope soured on me,
Of my fellow-critter's aid,--
I jest flopped down on my marrow-bones,
Crotch-deep in the snow, and prayed.

Esau

© John Newton

Poor Esau repented too late

That once he his birth-right despised;

Pessimoptimism

© James Russell Lowell

Ye little think what toil it was to build

A world of men imperfect even as this,

I Never Saw Youe, Madam, Laye Aparte

© Henry Howard

I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte

Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate

From Goethe

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Peace is perfect over
All the hills.
Scarce wilt thou discover
A breath, so still's

A Military Camp in Egypt

© Leon Gellert

The moving hours move slowly by the palms.

The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.

With love of my own race I cling unto my country,
Whatever dubious reason may protesting cry;
The shame alone of all her blood bought glory,
Her haughty self-assurance, conscious pride,
And the ancestral faith's traditions dark,
With woe have penetrated all my heart.

A Sketch

© William Wordsworth

The little hedgerow birds,

That peck along the road, regard him not.

The Temperaments

© Ezra Pound

Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons, 64 fornications and

something approaching a rape

A Deepe Groane Fetch'd at the Funerall of that incomparable and Glorious Monarch, CHARLES THE FIRST

© Henry King

To speak our Griefes as full over thy Tombe

(Great Soul) we should be Thunder-struck, and dumbe:

The Mares Of The Camargue

[From the Mireio of Mistral]

A hundred mares, all white! their manes

Remonstrance

Oh! why those narrow rules extol?
These but restrain from ill,
True virtue lies in strength of soul
And energy of will.

Said The Captain To Me

© Harry Kemp

"Nothing but damn fools sail the sea,"
Said the Captain to me.
"I have a young son," says the Captain to me,
"I'm damned if he ever shall sail the sea!"

Sonnett IX

ENOUGH, this glimpse of splendor wed to shame;
Enough this gilded misery, this bright woe.
Pause, genial wind! that even here dost blow
Thy cheerful clarion; and from dust and flame