All Poems
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Sonnet XVIII: On The Late Massacre In Piemont
© John Milton
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones;
Parentage
© Alice Meynell
"When Augustus Caesar legislated against the unmarried citizens of
Rome, he declared them to be, in some sort, slayers of the people."
Plastic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh a little bitty termite you know he come knockin' knockin' on my front door
Well he walked right in sat right down started chewin' on the kitchen floor
You know he chewed out the walls and the ceilings and the halls Lord knows he tried
But he kept gettin' thinner and he never got no dinner and finally he sat up and cried
In Seditionem Horrendam, Corruptelis Gallicus Ut Fertue, Londini Nuper Exortam
© William Cowper
Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore,
Non armis, laurum Gallia fraude petit.
Venalem pretio plebem conducit, et urit
Undique privatas patriciasque domos.
The Hill.
© Robert Crawford
The holy lamps of Evening shine
Sheer in the West the air is still
As I sit with this heart of mine
At the foot of Parnassus' hill.
Human Life
© Samuel Rogers
An hour like this is worth a thousand passed
In pomp or ease - 'Tis present to the last!
Years glide away untold - 'Tis still the same!
As fresh, as fair as on the day it came!
The Curse Of The Wandering Foot
© James Whitcomb Riley
All hope of rest withdrawn me?--
What dread command hath put
The World Has Grown So Grey.
© Arthur Henry Adams
THE world has grown so grey, love,
The weary world so wide;
And autumn seems to stay, love
'T was autumn when you died.
Pentridge By The River
© William Barnes
Pentridge!--oh! my heart's a-zwellèn
Vull o' jaÿ wi' vo'k a-tellèn
The Flight Of Youth
© Hartley Coleridge
YOUTH, thou art fled, - but where are all the charms
Which, though with thee they came, and passed with thee,
The Last Masquerade
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
A wan new garment of young green
Touched, as you turned your soft brown hair
And in me surged the strangest prayer
Ever in lover's heart hath been.
Sonnet XXXVIII: I Once May See
© Samuel Daniel
I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong,
When golden hairs shall change to silver wire,
To An Old Danish Songbook
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Welcome, my old friend,
Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Shake the windows.
A Nuptial Eve
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The murmur of the mourning ghost
That keeps the shadowy kine,
'Oh, Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!'
On Death
© George Moses Horton
Deceitful worm, that undermines the clay,
Which slyly steals the thoughtless soul away,
Pervading neighborhoods with sad surprise,
Like sudden storms of wind and thunder rise.
Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us
© William Ernest Henley
Blithe dreams arise to greet us,
And life feels clean and new,
To See
© William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
Summer Storm
© Bliss William Carman
THE hilltop trees are bowing
Under the coming of storm.
The low gray clouds are trailing
Like squadrons that sweep and form,
A Song In Three Parts
© Jean Ingelow
The white broom flatt'ring her flowers in calm June weather,
'O most sweet wear;
Forty-eight weeks of my life do none desire me,
Four am I fair,'
