All Poems
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The Tweed Visited
© William Lisle Bowles
O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet
O'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile,
Testament
© Sara Teasdale
I said, "I will take my life
And throw it away;
I who was fire and song
Will turn to clay."
Songs of the Summer Nights
© George MacDonald
The dreary wind of night is out,
Homeless and wandering slow;
O'er pale seas moaning like a doubt,
It breathes, but will not blow.
Elegy XVII: On His Mistress
© John Donne
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
Fifehead
© William Barnes
'Twer where my fondest thoughts do light,
At Fifehead, while we spent the night;
Chillingham
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,
The heather climbs the hill.
Where Are You Poets?
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Where are you, Poets, that a Hero dies
Unsung? He who, when Duty brought too soon
Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith
© Padraic Colum
And sorrow comes as on that August day,
With our ship cleaving through the seas for home,
And that news coming sparkling through the air,
That you were dead, and that we'd never see you
Looking upon the state that you had builded.
Reply To A Magistrate
© Wang Wei
You want to taste success or failure?
A lone fisherman sings out on the water.
Astrophel And Stella-Second Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel,
Teaching sleep most fair to be?
Now will I teach her that she,
When she wakes, is too, too cruel.
New Love and Old
© Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night thru.
Ave
© Catherine Pozzi
Très haut amour, sil se peut que je meure
Sans avoir su doù je vous possédais,
En quel soleil était votre demeure
En quel passé votre temps, en quelle heure
Je vous aimais,
Whole Gulfsof Red, and Fleetsof Red
© Emily Dickinson
Whole Gulfsof Red, and Fleetsof Red
And Crewsof solid Blood
Did place upon the WestTonight
As 'twere specific Ground
Two Graves
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,
A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,
Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,
Or veiled by shivering spray-drifts from the sea.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roys Grave
© William Wordsworth
Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart
And wondrous length and strength of arm:
Nor craved he more to quell his foes,
Or keep his friends from harm.
The Gypsy Girl
© Ralph Hodgson
"Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!"
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.
Vellen O The Tree
© William Barnes
Aye, the girt elem tree out in little hwome groun'
Wer a-stannèn this mornèn, an' now's a-cut down.
