All Poems
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The Old Violon
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Going, going!" the voice was loud,
And, rising, silenced the chattering crowd.
The Skaters
© John Gould Fletcher
Black swallows swooping or gliding
In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;
The skaters skim over the frozen river.
And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge upon the surface,
Is like the brushing together of thin wing-tips of silver.
Australasia
© William Charles Wentworth
Hadst thou, old Cynic, seen this unclad crew
Stretch their bare bodies in the nightly dew,
Like hairy Satyrs, midst their Sylvan seats,
Endure both winter's frosts, and summer's heats;
Thy cloak and tub away thou wouldst have cast,
And tried, like them, to brave the piercing blast.
Children: Private Ward
© William Ernest Henley
Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room,
I play the father to a brace of boys,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 02 - Against Teleological Concept
© Lucretius
And walking now
In his own footprints, I do follow through
Cupid Far Gone
© Richard Lovelace
I.
What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf,
Now he hath got out of himself!
His fatal enemy the Bee,
Since Bearing Of A Gentle Mind
© Thomas Parnell
Since bearing of a Gentle mind
Woud make you perfect be
Hesperia
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
OUT OF the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is,
Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fulness of joy,
To A Caged Lion
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Poor conquered monarch! though that haughty glance
Still speaks thy courage unsubdued by time,
And in the grandeur of thy sullen tread
Lives the proud spirit of thy burning clime;--
Fettered by things that shudder at thy roar,
Torn from thy pathless wilds to pace this narrow floor!
Farewell, My Loved One!
© Henry Clay Work
Farewell, my loved one!
Yet once more
Let me press you to my heart;
Once, our Fate, with cruel fingers,
Tears our souls apart.
Doors Of The Temple
© Aldous Huxley
Many are the doors of the spirit that lead
Into the inmost shrine:
The Bronco
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
The bronco's mighty wild and tough,
And full of outdoor feelin's:
His feet are quick, his ways are rough,
He's careless in his dealin's.
Schoolboys in Winter
© John Clare
The schoolboys still their morning ramble take
To neighboring village school with playing speed,
