All Poems
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The Lark Ascending
© George Meredith
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 02
© Conrad Aiken
I stood for a long while before the shop window
Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk.
A Story Of Doom: Book IX.
© Jean Ingelow
The prayer of Noah. The man went forth by night
And listened; and the earth was dark and still,
Sunset.
© Arthur Henry Adams
WHAT horror lurked within the First Man's brain
As downward to the West the Sun-god stepped,
And paused upon the hill-ridge, ere he leapt
Headlong into the night! What cold, dumb pain
Holger Drachmann
© Jeppe Aakjaer
Under Stranden gaar en ensom Ridder,
Kappen flagrer i den kaade Blæst;
A Maori Girl's Song
© Alfred Domett
"Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still:
By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ill;
Poor hapless I - poor little I - so many mouths to fill -
And all for this strange feeling - O, this sad, sweet pain!
The children of the Mist
© Frank Dalby Davison
Through the valleys, softly creeping
Mid the tree-tops, tempest-tossed,
Thoughts on Predestination and Reprobation : Part II.
© John Byrom
Pagan - said I - I must retract the word,
For the poor Pagans were not so absurd:
Kaiser Dead
© Matthew Arnold
What, Kaiser dead? The heavy news
Post-haste to Cobham calls the Muse,
From where in Farringford she brews
The ode sublime,
Or with Pen-bryn's bold bard pursues
A rival rhyme.
Blind Joy
© John Frederick Nims
Crude seeings all our joy: could we discern
The cold dark infinite vast where atoms burn
Lone sunsin flesh, our treasure and our play,
Whod dare to breathe this fern-thick bird-rich day?
The Torments Of Love
© Sappho
O Queens of Song, descend from your home.
From the golden halls of Olumpus on high!
Youth
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;
I'd answer every challenge to my will.
The Dreamer Of Dreams
© Conrad Aiken
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
A Madrigal
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dream days of fond delight and hours
As rosy-hued as dawn, are mine.
Love's drowsy wine,
Brewed from the heart of Passion flowers,
Flows softly o'er my lips
And save thee, all the world is in eclipse.
The Crusader
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
They pointed him to a barren plain,
Where his father, his brothers, his kinsmen were slain;
They shewed him the lowly grave, where slept
The maiden, whose scarf he so truly had kept;
But they could not shew him one living thing,
To which his withered heart could cling -
To Bayard Taylor Beyond Us
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS here within I watch the fervid coals,
While the chill heavens without shine wanly white,
I wonder, friend! in what rare realm of souls,
You hail the uprising Christmas-tide to-night!
A Recompense
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The hound that followed at my heel
Looked up with eyes so full of love
I kissed the curly brows between
And blessed the God above.
Foresight And Patience
© George Meredith
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,
Are they who point our pathway and sustain.
They rarely meet; one soars, one walks retired.
When they do meet, it is our earth inspired.
