All Poems
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One who Died: In Memory of E.W.T.S.
© Leon Gellert
I mind they told me on a noisy hill
I sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:
In Praise Of A Ruler Of Ts'in
© Confucius
What trees grow on the Chung-nan hill?
The white fir and the plum.
In fur of fox, 'neath 'broidered robe,
Thither our prince is come.
His face glows with vermilion hue.
O may he prove a ruler true!
Eclogue:--Two Farms In Woone
© William Barnes
You'll lose your meäster soon, then, I do vind;
He's gwaïn to leäve his farm, as I do larn,
At Miëlmas; an' I be zorry vor'n.
What, is he then a little bit behind?
In Spain: Drinking Song
© Emily Lawless
MANY are praised, and some are fair,
But the fairest of all is She,
A Clock Striking Midnight
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Hark to the echo of Times footsteps; gone
Thise moments are into the unseen grave
The Ship-Builders
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE sky is ruddy in the east,
The earth is gray below,
And, spectral in the river-mist,
The ship's white timbers show.
Dark spring
© Yvor Winters
My very breath
Disowned
In nights of study,
And page by page
I came on spring.
Limerick: There was a Young Person of Crete
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Person of Crete,
Whose toilette was far from complete;
She dressed in a sack,
Spickle-speckled with black,
That ombliferous person of Crete.
Piccadilly
© Ezra Pound
Beautiful, tragical faces
Ye that were whole, and are so sunken;
And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved,
That are so sodden and drunken,
Who hath forgotten you?
Practising The Anthem
© Ada Cambridge
A summer wind blows through the open porch,
And, 'neath the rustling eaves,
A summer light of moonrise, calm and pale,
Shines through a vale of leaves.
The Passage
© Jean Blewett
O SOUL on God's high seas! the way is strange and long,
Yet fling your pennons out, and spread your canvas strong;
For though to mortal eyes so small a craft you seem,
The highest star in heaven doth lend you guiding gleam.
How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened
© Conrad Aiken
How is it that I am now so softly awakened,
My leaves shaken down with music?
Canto 1: Narad
© Valmiki
To sainted Nárad, prince of those
Whose lore in words of wisdom flows.
Whose constant care and chief delight
Were Scripture and ascetic rite,
Bon Voyage
© James Russell Lowell
Ship, blest to bear such freight across the blue,
May stormless stars control thy horoscope;
Sonnet XVII. From The Thirteenth Cantata Of Metastasio
© Charlotte Turner Smith
ON thy grey bark, in witness of my flame,
I carve Miranda's cypher--Beauteous tree!
Graced with the lovely letters of her name,
Henceforth be sacred to my love and me!
