All Poems
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London Types:Life-Guardsman
© William Ernest Henley
Joy of the Milliner, Envy of the Line,
Star of the Parks, jack-booted, sworded, helmed,
Thorn And Rose
© Henry Van Dyke
Far richer than a thornless rose
Whose branch with beauty never glows,
The Greater Love
© Roderic Quinn
ONCE upon a time,
Little Golden-Head,
Steeples used to chime,
And their chiming said:
A Suttee
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
GATHER her raven hair in one rich cluster,
Let the white champac light it, as a star
Gives to the dusky night a sudden lustre,
Shining afar.
Days I enjoy
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
Ode, written 1739
© William Shenstone
Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Hor.
Imitation.
Fond hope of a reciprocal desire
Inflames the breast.
Veterans
© Alfred Noyes
When the last charge sounds
And the battle thunders o'er the plain,
Thunders o'er the trenches where the red streams flow,
Will it not be well with us,
Veterans, veterans,
If, beneath your torn old flag, we burst upon the foe?
On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man
© Francis Beaumont
Fondly, too curious Nature, to adorn
Aurora with the blushes of the morn:
Riden Hwome At Night
© William Barnes
Oh! no, I quite injaÿ'd the ride
Behind wold Dobbin's heavy heels,
To M. S. G. : When I Dream That You Love Me
© George Gordon Byron
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,--
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
When all Thy Mercies, O My God
© Joseph Addison
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, Im lost
In wonder, love and praise.
Conscience
© Madison Julius Cawein
Within the soul are throned two powers,
One, Love; one, Hate. Begot of these,
And veiled between, a presence towers,
The shadowy keeper of the keys.
The Anonymous Poet
© George Darley
You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine
Who warble at the great Apollo's knee,
At Midnight
© Madison Julius Cawein
At midnight in the trysting wood
I wandered by the waterside,
When, soft as mist, before me stood
My sweetheart who had died.
The Shallow Heart!
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!
Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill
That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still,
Deathfully solemn as eternity
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15.
© Alfred Tennyson
That makes the barren branches loud;
And but for fear it is not so,
The wild unrest that lives in woe
Would dote and pore on yonder cloud
A Receipt To Restore Stellas Youth. 1724-5
© Jonathan Swift
The Scottish hinds, too poor to house
In frosty nights their starving cows,
While not a blade of grass or hay
Appears from Michaelmas to May,
