All Poems
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We like march, his shoes are purple,
© Emily Dickinson
We like March, his shoes are purple,
He is new and high;
Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Then Turpin died in service of Charlon,
In battle great and eke great orison;--
'Gainst Pagan host alway strong champion;
God grant to him His holy benison.
Englysh Metamorphosis
© Thomas Chatterton
BOOKE st.
WHANNE Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde,
Home
© Zbigniew Herbert
A home above the year's seasons
home of children animals and apples
a square of empty space
under an absent star
Tale IV
© George Crabbe
harm;
Give me thy pardon," and he look'd alarm:
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
"See! my good friend," and then she raised her
Corinth, On Leaving Greece
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I stood upon that great Acropolis,
The turret--gate of Nature's citadel,
Where once again, from slavery's thick abyss
Strangely delivered, Grecian warriors dwell.
A Wedding In War-Time
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Our God who made two lovers in a garden,
And smote them separate and set them free,
The Light That Is Felt
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A tender child of summers three,
Seeking her little bed at night,
Paused on the dark stair timidly.
"Oh, mother! Take my hand," said she,
"And then the dark will all be light."
The Jessamine And The Morning-Glory
© Madison Julius Cawein
I.
On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay
Alas, So Long!
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AH! dear one, we were young so long,
It seemed that youth would never go,
The Rose Delima
© William Henry Drummond
"On Anticosti shore we hear de breaker roar
An' reef of dead Man's Islan' too we know,
But we never miss de way, no matter night or
day,
De Rose Delima schooner an' Captinne
Baribeau."
Friendship
© Anonymous
Friendship needs no studied phrases,
Polished face, or winning wiles;
Friendship deals no lavish praises,
Friendship dons no surface smiles.
Penetration And Trust
© George Meredith
Sleek as a lizard at round of a stone,
The look of her heart slipped out and in.
Sweet on her lord her soft eyes shone,
As innocents clear of a shade of sin.
For Your Boy And Mine
© Edgar Albert Guest
Your dream and my dream is not that we shall rest,
But that our children after us shall know life at its best;
For all we care about ourselvesa crust of bread or two,
A place to sleep and clothes to wear is all that we'd pursue.
We'd tramp the world on sunny days, both light of heart and mind,
And give no thought to days to come or days we leave behind.
Mid-Forest Fear
© Roderic Quinn
She is standing at the gate,
Tall and sweet,
And although the hour be late
She will greet
A Memory.
© Robert Crawford
She had an other-worldly air,
So like a flower she grew,
As if her thoughts and feelings were
The only life she knew.
Sinners, Obey the Gospel-Word!
© Charles Wesley
Sinners, obey the gospel-word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord!
Be wise to know your gracious day;
All things are ready, come away!
