All Poems
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The Story of Phoebus And Daphne, Applied
© Edmund Waller
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,
Fair Sacharissa lov'd, but lov'd in vain;
To A Young Girl Singing
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, what do you know of the song, my dear,
And how have you made it your own?
The Ruins Of The Castle At Balaklava
© Adam Mickiewicz
These castles heaped in shattered piles once graced
And guarded you, Crimea, thankless land!
To ------
© Thomas Parnell
Your best endeavours on ye law bestow
Rough as it is 'tis proffitable too
Cowel & Blunt have words & Cook ye way
to keep the wrangling sons of earth in play
then if your books you use your Clients pay
Chrismus On The Plantation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day--
Bofe de weathah an' de people--not a one of us was gay;
Cose you 'll t'ink dat 's mighty funny 'twell I try to mek hit cleah,
Fu' a da'ky 's allus happy when de holidays is neah.
A Dilettante
© Augusta Davies Webster
Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat,
what have you done but waste your part of life
on impotent fool's battles with the winds,
that will blow as they list in spite of you?
The Bather
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Water, frolic water!
Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops divinely cold,
Radiant down naked breast, down arm and thigh
You run to my feet, shaken to shining grass,
The Song Sparrow
© Archibald Lampman
Fair little scout, that when the iron year
Changes, and the first fleecy clouds deploy,
To Romance
© George Gordon Byron
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious Queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys;
"Pink eucalyptus flowers"
© Lesbia Harford
Pink eucalyptus flowers
(The flowers are out)
Are scented honey sweet
For bees to buzz about.
Falconry
© Rainer Maria Rilke
A prince survives by unseen acts.
At night the chief advisor knocked
at Frederick's workroom in the tower
and found him formulating facts
for treatises on wingèd power
while his penman turned out text.
The Three Knocks
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the owl that scared the mouse
Fluffed his feathers and sat still,
And the night around was chill,
On the door of yonder house
The Grave Yard
© Jones Very
My heart grows sick before the wide-spread death,
That walks and speaks in seeming life around;
On The Landing
© Francis Bret Harte
Do you know why they've put us in that back room,
Up in the attic, close against the sky,
And made believe our nursery's a cloak-room?
Do you know why?
Exmoor Verses
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Over the rim of the Moor,
And under the starry sky,
Two men came to my door
And rested them thereby.
November
© Giovanni Pascoli
Gemlike the air, the sun so bright above
you look for blossoms on the apricot trees,
recall the bitter whitethorn scent you love
and sniff the breeze.
The Text
© Charles Lamb
One Sunday eve a grave old man,
Who had not been at church, did say,
"Eliza, tell me, if you can,
What text our Doctor took to-day?"
The Donkey
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
Science
© Robinson Jeffers
Man, introverted man, having crossed
In passage and but a little with the nature of things this latter
