All Poems
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Green Rock, Winthrop Bay
© Sylvia Plath
No lame excuses can gloss over
Barge-tar clotted at the tide-line, the wrecked pier.
I should have known better.
The Last Muster
© William Henry Ogilvie
And in at the open window the lowing of cattle came -
A mob that had never a laggard and never a beast that was lame;
And wethers, a thousand thousand, and ewes with their lambs beside,
Moved over the green flats feeding, spread river to ranges wide.
Thou wert far off, and in the sight of heaven
© Jean Ingelow
Thou wert far off, and in the sight of heaven
Dead. And thy Father would not this should be;
And now thou livest, it is all forgiven;
Think on it, O my soul, He kissè¤ thee!
Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats
© Walt Whitman
AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me!
Appreciation
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
TO the sea-shells spiral round
T is your heart that brings the sound:
The soft sea-murmurs that you hear
Within, are captured from your ear.
Rubens
© Harriet Monroe
It was a rich old gorgeous world you painted &mdash
For kinds or prelates, what mattered! &mdash palace or church!
You had a wonderful, glorious time! &mdash
And no doubt the ladies loved you.
To The Right Honourable The Lady Kilmorey
© Mary Barber
Start not, nor tremble at the Sight of this;
It comes not written from the Realms of Bliss:
'Tis true, you see, your once--lov'd Roydon's Hand;
Thence may conclude from Heav'n some high Command;
Love In The Summer Hills
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love in the summer hills,
With youth to mock at ills,
And kisses sweet to cheat
Our idle tears away.
The Song of Hiawatha X: Hiawatha's Wooing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman,
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other!"
To The Painter Preparing To Draw M.M.H.
© James Shirley
Be not too forward, painter; 'tis
More for thy fame, and art, to miss
The Happy Isles
© Eugene Field
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles
And the ocean loves to wander.
The Strange Music
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon my back,
Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
Still, my hope is all before me; for I cannot play it yet.
The Laurels Are Cut Down
© Theodore de Banville
We go to the woods no more, the laurels are cut down.
Figures of Love in low places, the group of Naiads
See shining again in the sun as cut out crystals,
The silent waters which flowed from where they were.
The Parting
© Madison Julius Cawein
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossed
Their spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,
Beneath the ashen moon, was full of frost,
And mouthed and mumbled to the sickly trees,
Like some starved hag who sees her children freeze.
At Senlis Once
© Edmund Blunden
How comely it was and how reviving,
When with clay and with death no longer striving
Down firm roads we came to houses
With women chattering and green grass thriving.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 4
© Joel Barlow
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,
Thus rose an empire in the savage land.
Anecdote For Fathers
© William Wordsworth
I HAVE a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mold
And dearly he loves me.
