All Poems
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"The Silent Slain"
© Archibald MacLeish
We too, we too, descending once again
The hills of our own land, we too have heard
Lines Written In An Album, At Malta
© George Gordon Byron
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone
Some name arrests the passer-by;
Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,
May mine attract thy pensive eye!
An Elegy, To an Old Beauty
© Thomas Parnell
In vain, poor Nymph, to please our youthful sight
You sleep in cream and frontlets all the night,
Your face with patches soil, with paint repair,
Dress with gay gowns, and shade with foreign hair.
If truth in spight of manners must be told,
Why, really fifty-five is something old.
Alsace-Lorraine
© George Meredith
Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate sprays,
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap, her fierier zeal
For entry on Life's upper fields: and soul thus flourishing pays
The martyr's penance, mark for brutish in man to heel.
Perfectness
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
All perfect things are saddening in effect.
The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,
The matchless tinting on the royal rose
Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw is flecked,
A simple, cheerful active life on earth
© Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig
A simple, cheerful, active life on earth,
A cup Id not exchange for monarchs chalice,
The Iron Horse
© James Whitcomb Riley
No song is mine of Arab steed--
My courser is of nobler blood,
And cleaner limb and fleeter speed,
And greater strength and hardihood
Than ever cantered wild and free
Across the plains of Araby.
Rimas XLIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Deje la luz a un lado, y en el borde
De la revuelta cama me sente,
Mudo, sombrio, la pupila inmovil
Clavada en la pared.
The Unknown Soldier
© Angela Morgan
He is known to the sun-white Majesties
Who stand at the gates of dawn.
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
If, in the month of dark December,
Leander, who was nightly wont
(What maid will not the tale remember?)
To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!
Stray Birds 41 - 50
© Rabindranath Tagore
41
THE trees,
like the longings of the earth,
stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening
© Herman Melville
Fear me, virgin whosoever
Taking pride from love exempt,
Fear me, slighted. Never, never
Brave me, nor my fury tempt:
Downy wings, but wroth they beat
Tempest even in reason's seat.
Nuptial Night
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Hush! and again the chatter of the starling
Athwart the lawn!
The Old Man Dreams
© Madison Julius Cawein
The blackened walnut in its spicy hull
Rots where it fell;
The School-Mistress
© William Shenstone
Auditae voces, vagitus et ingens,
Infantunque animae flentes in limine primo. ~ Virg.
John and Freddy
© William Schwenck Gilbert
JOHN courted lovely MARY ANN,
So likewise did his brother, FREDDY.
FRED was a very soft young man,
While JOHN, though quick, was most unsteady.
