All Poems
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To Thomas Moore : Written The Evening Before His Visit To Mr. Leigh Hunt In Horsemonger Lane Gaol, M
© George Gordon Byron
Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town,
Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,
For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,
Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Twopenny Post Bag;
Capital Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
Lullaby
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Sleep, sleep on Mother's breast,
Child, my child!
Close within my arms be pressed.
O the world is vast and wild,
Idyll XI. The Giant's Wooing
© Theocritus
"The blame's my mother's; she is false to me;
Spake thee ne'er yet one sweet word for my sake,
Though day by day she sees me pine and pine.
I'll feign strange throbbings in my head and feet
To anguish her--as I am anguished now."
The Alchemist: Prologue
© Benjamin Jonson
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,
We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,
The New Year
© Madison Julius Cawein
Lift up thy torch, O Year, and let us see
What Destiny
Hath made thee heir to at nativity!
The Moving Of The Shades
© Leon Gellert
The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."
Swift feet awake. Shapes speed. The dreadful word
resounds along the tunnels of the seas.
Fragment: "Amor Aeternus"
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong,
When once from our possession they must pass;
But love, though misdirected, is among
The things which are immortal, and surpass
All that frail stuff which will be--or which was.
The Sea-Seekers
© Roderic Quinn
ALL four of us were inland born
And inland reared from birth were we,
And though the tale be food for scorn
We four had never seen the Sea.
My Friend has fled
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
In the clear dawn, before the east was red,
Before the rose had torn her veil in two,
A nightingale through Hafiz' garden flew,
Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.
On The Death of Leopold: King of The Belgians
© Charles Kingsley
A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind-
To read the mystic writing on the wall!
When The Gloom Is On The Glen
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When the moonlight's on the mountain
And the gloom is on the glen,
The Beggar's Child
© Padraic Colum
MAVOURNEEN, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town
Where they grudge us the light of the day.
The Burial Of Moses
© Cecil Frances Alexander
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
The Usurpation
© Abraham Cowley
Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;
I was mine own, and free,
Dawn in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
It is the morning star, arising slow
Out of yon hills dark bulk, as she were born
Le Reveillon
© Oscar Wilde
THE sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.
The Kindly Neighbor
© Edgar Albert Guest
I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
