All Poems
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In Westminster Abbey
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
"The Southern Transept, hardly known by any other name but Poets' Corner"
DEAN STANLEY
The Cunning Woman
© William Schwenck Gilbert
On all Arcadia's sunny plain,
On all Arcadia's hill,
None were so blithe as BILL and JANE,
So blithe as JANE and BILL.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Constancy rewarded
I vow'd unvarying faith, and she,
To whom in full I pay that vow,
Rewards me with variety
Which men who change can never know.
To Shakespeare (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
If from the height of that celestial sphere
Where now thou dwell'st, spirit powerful and sweet!
How to Make a Memory
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a childs eyes.
Sailor's Harbor
© Henry Reed
My thoughts, like sailors becalmed in Cape Town harbor,
Await your return, like a favorable wind, or like
The Good Samaritan
© John Newton
How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves!
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.
A Clerk
© Kostas Karyotakis
The hours have faded me, found once again
leaning across the thankless table.
(The sun slips through the window in the wall that
faces me, and plays.)
Anacreontick II
© Thomas Parnell
When Spring came on with fresh Delight,
To cheer the Soul, and charm the Sight,
While easy Breezes, softer Rain,
And warmer Suns salute the Plain;
'Twas then, in yonder Piny Grove,
That Nature went to meet with Love.
Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome 2 (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Naples, too credulous, ah! boast no more
The sweet-voiced Siren buried on thy shore,
The Pilgrim
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THROUGH deepening dust and dreary dearth
I walk the darkened wastes of earth,
A weary pilgrim sore beset,
By hopeless griefs and stern regret.
The Phantom Deer
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So it is that the magic woods of Toonagh
Are haunted by the spirit of a deer
She wanders by the castle of Red Richard
Within her side the wounding of a spear.
Against the Second
© Mao Zedong
The very clouds foams atop White Cloud Mountain,
At its base the roar of battle quicken.
Withered trees and rotten stumps join in the fray.
A forest of rifles presses,
As the flying General descends from the skies.
Drovers Twain
© Roderic Quinn
WHERE was no shadow on the land,
No cloud in heaven's dome,
When, bearded man and beardless boy,
Our hearts alight with morning joy,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A heritage for ever. Such a sleep
Came upon Adrian and such a dream,
As in the shade he lay a weary heap.
For, while he rested, still it seemed to him
To E. H. K.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ON THE RECEIPT OF A FAMILIAR POEM
To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
Fling Out The Anti Slavery Flag
© Anonymous
Fling out the Anti-slavery flag
On every swelling breeze;
