All Poems
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The Transplanted Rose Tree
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Amid the flowers of a garden glade
A lovely rose tree smiled,
Two Kinds of Intelligence
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
Song (Untitled #7)
© George Meredith
Thou to me art such a spring
As the Arab seeks at eve,
Thirsty from the shining sands;
There to bathe his face and hands,
While the sun is taking leave,
And dewy sleep is a delicious thing.
At Sugar Camp
© Edgar Albert Guest
At Sugar Camp the cook is kind
And laughs the laugh we knew as boys;
Man Kunto Maula
© Amir Khusro
Man kunto maula,
Fa Ali-un maula
Man kunto maula.
Dara dil-e dara dil-e dar-e daani.
Hum tum tanana nana, nana nana ray
Yalali yalali yala, yalayala ray Man tunko maula......
The Ancre at Hamel: Afterwards
© Edmund Blunden
Where tongues were loud and hearts were light
I heard the Ancre flow;
Waking oft at the mid of night
I heard the Ancre flow.
Sonnet. "Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art
Of sin, of sorrow, and all evil things!
A Night In June
© Alfred Austin
Lady! in this night of June
Fair like thee and holy,
Art thou gazing at the moon
That is rising slowly?
I am gazing on her now:
Something tells me, so art thou.
A Song
© Robert Laurence Binyon
For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.
The Burden of Nineveh
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
In our Museum galleries
To-day I lingered o'er the prize
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
© George Gordon Byron
No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia 1905
© Archibald Thomas Strong
Nor shall she wake and know her danger near
Till some high heart and true, her fated lord,
Shall kiss her lips, and all her will control,
And fill her wayward heart with holy fear,
And cross her forehead with his iron sword,
And bring her strength, and armour, and a soul.
Surgit Fama
© Ezra Pound
Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver.
Once more is the chant heard.
Once more are the never abandoned gardens
Full of gossip and old tales.
Honourable Employment
© John Webster
O my lord, lie not idle:
The chiefest action for a man of great spirit
To The Countess Of Bedford I
© John Donne
Therefore I study you first in your saints,
Those friends whom your election glorifies ;
Then in your deeds, accesses and restraints,
And what you read, and what yourself devise.
Communicants
© Madison Julius Cawein
Who knows the things they dream, alas!
Or feel, who lie beneath the ground?
Perhaps the flowers, the leaves, and grass
That close them round.
The Wind
© Frances Anne Kemble
Night comes upon the earth; and fearfully
Arise the mighty winds, and sweep along
