All Poems
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John Cornstalk
© Henry Lawson
JACK CORNSTALK lives in the Southern Land
What says Cornstalk John?
Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice:
Land of the South, lead on.
George, Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions.
© Hilaire Belloc
Moral:
The moral is that little boys
Should not be given dangerous toys.
White Rose And Red
© Augusta Davies Webster
WHITE rose sighed in the morn,
Red rose laughed in the noon,
And "Sweetest sweetness is ended soon,"
And "Never heed for the thorn."
"`Were I a Poet, I would dwell"
© Alfred Austin
`Were I a Poet, I would dwell,
Not upon lonely height,
Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 3
© Edward Taylor
Like to the marigold, I blushing close
My golden blossoms when Thy sun goes down:
Moist'ning my leaves with dewy sighs, half froze
By the nocturnal cold, that hoars my crown.
Mine apples ashes are in apple-shells
And dirty too: strange and bewitching spells!
Explanation Of An Ancient Woodcut
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Soon as the spring-sun meets his view,
Repose begets him labour anew;
He feels that he holds within his brain
A little world, that broods there amain,
And that begins to act and to live,
Which he to others would gladly give.
Southampton Water
© William Lisle Bowles
Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas,
Leaving, for so it seemed, the world behind,
His Lady Of The Sonnets XXIV
© Robert Norwood
Down in the valley shines a scimiter
A stream with autumn-gold deep damascened;
And of the bards of day one loiterer
Still lingers at his song, securely screened
By foliage. Dear, what miracle is this,
Transforming void and chaos with a kiss!
from: Shoemaker's Holiday, Or The Gentle Craft
© Thomas Dekker
Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain,
Saint Hugh be our good speed ;
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,
Nor helps good hearts in need.
Sonnet 143: "Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch..."
© William Shakespeare
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Twistable Turnable Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Foldable Man.
Valkyriur Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The Sea-king woke from the troubled sleep
Of a vision-haunted night,
My Lovely One
© John Hall Wheelock
Even as a hawk's in the large heaven's hollow
Are the great ways and gracious of your love,
No lesser heart or wearier wing may follow
In those' broad gyres where you rest and move.
Readen Ov A Head-Stwone
© William Barnes
As I wer readèn ov a stwone
In Grenley church-yard all alwone,
The Dying Stockman
© Anonymous
A strapping young stockman lay dying,
His saddle supporting his head;
His two mates around him were crying,
As he rose on his elbow and said:
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But with full daylight finding no relief,
Though he had spent the newness of his fears
And looked with altered eyes upon his grief,
For sorrow often drowses in its tears,
Curly Locks
© Edgar Albert Guest
Curly locks, what do you know of the world,
And what do your brown eyes see?
