All Poems
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Renewel of Strength
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
And over the shadows of my life
Stole the light of a peace divine.
Fuite En Sologne
© Victor Marie Hugo
Ami, viens me rejoindre.
Les bois sont innocents.
Il est bon de voir poindre
L'aube des paysans.
In Memoriam
© Emma Lazarus
O FRIEND who passed away while flowers died,
Now that the land bursts into bloom again,
With vivid blossoms o'er the landscape wide,
Purple and white 'mongst, grasses golden-eyed,
In beauteous resurrection o'er the plain,
Macaulay's New Zealander.
© James Brunton Stephens
IT little profits that, an idle man,
On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,
Dread
© John Millington Synge
Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down,
Where all the women from the farms and town,
On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass
To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.
The Crystal Palace
© William Makepeace Thackeray
With ganial foire
Thransfuse me loyre,
Ye sacred nympths of Pindus,
The whoile I sing
That wondthrous thing,
The Palace made o' windows!
Aftenen
© Johannes Ewald
Indsvøbt i al sin Skræk og vred, og vild,
Nedbruser han fra Bjergene O flye,
Emancipation Day
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The sixties brought a clash of arms
The mem'ry of it thrills and charms
While Negro slaves for freedom prayed,
Till Heaven bowed to give them aid.
Bedouin
© James Whitcomb Riley
O love is like an untamed steed!--
So hot of heart and wild of speed,
"When the reaper lays the sickle by "
© Alfred Austin
When the reaper lays the sickle by,
And taketh down the flail:
When all we prized, and all we planned,
Is ripe and stored at last,
And Autumn looks across the land,
And ponders on the Past.
Pennsylvania Hall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NOT with the splendors of the days of old,
The spoil of nations, and barbaric gold;
No weapons wrested from the fields of blood,
Where dark and stern the unyielding Roman stood,
The Thrush In February
© George Meredith
I know him, February's thrush,
And loud at eve he valentines
On sprays that paw the naked bush
Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
Ce qui se passait aux Feuillantines vers 1813
© Victor Marie Hugo
(extrait)
Enfants, beaux fronts naïfs penchés autour de moi,
Bouches aux dents d'émail disant toujours : Pourquoi ?
Vous qui, m'interrogeant sur plus d'un grand problème,
Sonnet XCIV: Michelangelo 's Kiss
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak
And uttermost labours, having once o'ersaid
Epitaph of Cleita, Nurse of Medeius
© Theocritus
The babe Medeius to his Thracian nurse
This stone--inscribed _To Cleita_--reared in the midhighway.
Her modest virtues oft shall men rehearse;
Who doubts it? is not 'Cleita's worth' a proverb to this day?
Il Janitoro
© George Ade
Mrs. T.:
What does it mean, what does it mean?
This smell of smoke may indicate
That we'll be burned oh-h-h, awful fate!
Lost on the Lady Elgin
© Henry Clay Work
Lost on the Lady Elgin!
Sleeping to wake no more!
Number'd in that three hundred,
Who fail'd to reach the shore!
