All Poems
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Fainting by the Way
© Henry Kendall
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,
Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not stay;
In Time Of War
© John Jay Chapman
SORROW, that watches while the body sleeps,
Parted the curtains of the cruel dawn
The Cut-Down Trousers
© Edgar Albert Guest
When father couldn't wear them mother cut them down for me;
She took the slack in fore and aft, and hemmed them at the knee;
They fitted rather loosely, but the things that made me glad
Were the horizontal pockets that those good old trousers had.
The Wreck Of Rivermouth
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,
By dawn or sunset shone across,
Inflexible As Fate
© Alfred Austin
When for one brief dark hour Rome's virile sway
Felt the sharp shock of Cannae's adverse day,
The Windsor Prophecy
© Jonathan Swift
When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,
With a saint at his chin and a seal at his fob,
Shall not see one New-Years-day in that year,
Then let old England make good cheer:
Those Shadon Bells
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Those Shandon bells, those Shandon bells!
Whose deep, sad tone now sobs, now swells-
Who comes to seek this hallowed ground,
And sleep within their sacred sound?
Upon The Hour Glass
© John Bunyan
This glass, when made, was, by the workman's skill,
The sum of sixty minutes to fulfil.
On The Other Side
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
You were shy of strangersand who will come
As you stand there lone and new,
Through the long years when my lips are dumb
What will my darling do?
Li Galoppini (The Scroungers)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Jeri, a la Pulinara, un colleggiale
Doppo fatta una predica in todesco,
Setacciò tutt'er popolo in du' sale,
E a la ppiù mejo vorze dà er rifresco.
Choosing A Profession
© Charles Lamb
A Creole boy from the West Indies brought,
To be in European learning taught,
White Magic
© Muriel Stuart
Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it. . . and to obtain a marvelous result from sap which, left to itself, would have produced corollas without beauty? -VIRGIL.
I stood forlorn and pale,
No Use Sighin'
© Edgar Albert Guest
No use frettin' when the rain comes down,
No use grievin' when the gray clouds frown,
No use sighin' when the wind blows strong,
No use wailin' when the world's all wrong;
Only thing that a man can do
Is work an' wait till the sky gets blue.
To Laura
© Amelia Opie
Cease, Laura, cease, suspect no more
This careless heart has learnt to love,
Because on yonder lonely shore
I still at pensive evening rove;
The Battle of Life
© Charles Harpur
Rail not at Fate: if rightly you scan her,
Theres none loves more strongly the heart that endures:
On, in the heros calm resolute manner,
Still bear aloft your hopes long-trusted banner,
And the day, if you do but live through it, is yours.
Macquarie Harbour
© Rex Ingamells
Macquarie Harbour jailers lock
the sullen gates no more…..
but lash-strokes sound in every shock
of ocean on the dismal rocks
along that barren shore.
An Allegory
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
A portal as of shadowy adamant
Stands yawning on the highway of the life
Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt;
