All Poems
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Träumerei
© Philip Larkin
In this dream that dogs me I am part
Of a silent crowd walking under a wall,
Ploughing Time
© Boris Pasternak
What is the matter with the landscape?
Familiar landmarks are not there.
Ploughed fields, like squares upon a chessboard,
Today are scattered everywhere.
The Hour And The Ghost
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I have thee close, my dear,
No terror can come near;
Only far off the northern light shines clear.
Rejoicing After The Battle Of Inkerman
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Rejoice! the fearful day is oer
For the victors and the slain;
An Election Night Pantoum
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Gaze at the good-natured crowd,
List to the noise and the rattle!
Heavens! that woman is loud--
Loud as the din of a battle.
A Night Ride
© Arlo Bates
His swart cheek tingled with the rain,
So swift he rode that night;
But all his speed no boon might gain
Save to kiss, in a rapture of love and pain,
Dead lips at morning light.
Boston Hymn
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
The word of the Lord by night
To the watching Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Authors Poem "The Excursion,"
© William Wordsworth
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal
TO public notice, with reluctance strong,
Did I deliver this unfinished Song;
Yet for one happy issue;--and I look
One By One
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Little by little and one by one,
Out of the ether, were worlds created;
Star and planet and sea and sun,
All in the nebulous Nothing waited
Till the Nameless One Who has many a name
Called them to being and forth they came.
The Rarity Of Genius
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
While yet my lip was breathing youth's first breath,
I all too young to know their deepest spell,
The Trumpet-Part
© Paul Celan
The Trumpet-Part
deep in the glowing
Text-Void
at Torch-Height,
in the Time-Hole:
The Bee is not afraid
© Emily Dickinson
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially
The Wood Carver's Wife
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
JEAN MARCHANT, the wood-carver.
DORETTE, his wife.
LOUIS DE LOTBINIERE.
SHAGONAS, an Indian lad.
A Business Deal
© George Ade
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald,
With the outward seeming and the attire
The Valentine Wreath
© James Montgomery
Rosy red the hills appear
With the light of morning,
Beauteous clouds, in aether clear,
All the east adorning;
White through the mist the meadows shine
Wake, my love, my Valentine!
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Cadiz
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Cadiz,
Who was always polite to all ladies;
But in handing his daughter,
He fell into the water,
Which drowned that Old Person of Cadiz.
By The Sea
© Sara Teasdale
Beside an ebbing northern sea
While stars awaken one by one,
We walk together, I and he.
