All Poems
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Though All The Fates
© Henry David Thoreau
THOUGH all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The Little Old Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little old man with the curve in his back
And the eyes that are dim and the skin that is slack,
So slack that it wrinkles and rolls on his cheeks,
With a thin little voice that goes "crack!" when he speaks,
Never goes to the store but that right at his feet
Are all of the youngsters who live on the street.
The Fear Of Flowers
© John Clare
The nodding oxeye bends before the wind,
The woodbine quakes lest boys their flowers should find,
The Hollow Wood
© Edward Thomas
Out in the sun the goldfinch flits
Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits
John Marston: XII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn
Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou
Baseball's Sad Lexicon
© Franklin Pierce Adams
These are the saddest of possible words:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."
Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala - You Are A Cluster Of Clouds - Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
You are a cluster of clouds of the evening sky
I have sought only you all my life
It is you who fills my empty sky
I have made you with the sweet fancies of my mind
You are mine, you are mine
O you wanderer of my boundless sky.
"You would have understood me, had you waited"
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
You would have understood me, had you waited;
I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
Always to disagree.
The Palm-Tree
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,
Beside a fount of Araby;
It was not fann'd by southern breeze
In some green isle of Indian seas,
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep
O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep.
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale
© Oliver Goldsmith
CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.
"Nature is a Sphinx..."
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Nature's a Sphinx. And her ordeal
Is all the more destructive to mankind
Because, perhaps, she has no riddle.
Nor did she ever have one.
Of The Flie At The Candle
© John Bunyan
This candle is an emblem of that light
Our gospel gives in this our darksome night.
The fly a lively picture is of those
That hate and do this gospel light oppose.
At last the gospel doth become their snare,
Doth them with burning hands in pieces tear.
The Old Towers Of Mount Royal, Or Ville Marie
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
On proud Mount Royals Eastern side,
In view of St. Lawrences silver tide,
Of Money
© Barnabe Googe
Give money me, take friendship whoso list,
For friends are gone, come once adversity,
The Rwose That Deckd Her Breast
© William Barnes
Poor Jenny wer her Robert's bride
Two happy years, an' then he died;
News of War
© Henry Kendall
Today, while yet the rumour filled the street,
I left your faces troubled with the thought
