All Poems
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On A Candle
© Jonathan Swift
Of all inhabitants on earth,
To man alone I owe my birth,
And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,
Are all my parents more than he:
The Alps at Day-break
© Samuel Rogers
The sun-beams streak the azure skies,
And line with light the mountain's brow:
With hounds and horns the hunters rise,
And chase the roebuck thro' the snow.
Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks,
An' we come to this conclusion,
That wherever they be, on land or sea,
They warm to a home allusion;
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude III.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"What was the end? I am ashamed
Not to remember Reynard's fate;
To A New-Born Child
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
Small traveler from an unseen shore,
By mortal eye ne'er seen before,
To you, good-morrow.
You are as fair a little dame
As ever from a glad world came
To one of sorrow.
To a Millionaire
© Archibald Lampman
The world in gloom and splendour passes by,
And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,
A creature of that old distorted dream
That makes the sound of life an evil cry.
Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass;
© James Montgomery
Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass;
Ye bars of iron, yield!
And let the King of glory pass;
The Cross is in the field!
A Shakespeare Memorial
© Alfred Austin
Why should we lodge in marble or in bronze
Spirits more vast than earth, or sea, or sky?
June Nights
© Victor Marie Hugo
In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers
Pours out far away an intoxicating scent;
Eyes shut, ears half open to noises,
We only half sleep in a transparent slumber.
Sent To Dr. Hayes, With The Ode To Harmony
© Henry James Pye
As Man's dull form inert and silent lay,
A senseless heap of unenliven'd clay,
A Song Of Exmoor
© Sir Henry Newbolt
So hurry along, the stag's afoot,
The Master's up and away!
Halloo! Halloo! we'll follow it through
From Bratton to Porlock Bay!
John Anderson, My Jo
© Robert Burns
John Anderson, my jo John,
When we were first acquent
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
Kossuth
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Type of two mighty continents!--combining
The strength of Europe with the warmth and glow
A Little Memory
© Aldous Huxley
White in the moonlight,
Wet with dew,
We have known the languor
Of being two.
It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell
© Dylan Thomas
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churches
When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,
His beast heel cleft in a sandal,
Time marks a black aisle kindle from the brand of ashes,
Grief with dishevelled hands tear out the altar ghost
And a firewind kill the candle.
The Moon At The Fortified Pass
© Li Po
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven
In an infinite haze of cloud and sea,
And the wind, that has come a thousand miles,
Beats at the Jade Pass battlements....
The Presence
© Jones Very
I sit within my room, and joy to find
That Thou who always lov'st, art with me here,
