All Poems
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The Hills
© George MacDonald
Behind my father's cottage lies
A gentle grassy height
Up which I often ran-to gaze
Back with a wondering sight,
For then the chimneys I thought high
Were down below me quite!
The Brothers
© Leon Gellert
Do you remember how we crept
Across out bedroom to our bed,
Fearing the dark! And how you wept?
And on a sudden lay like lead?
And how I feared that you were dead,
But heard you breathing as you slept?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XIV. -- The Crew Of The
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Safe at anchor in Drontheim bay
King Olaf's fleet assembled lay,
On Being Blessed By A Child
© Frances Anne Kemble
The voice of childhood blessed meand methought
It sounded like a solemn echo caught
At The Last Watch
© Rabindranath Tagore
Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.
Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds
© Countee Cullen
Since men grow diffident at last,
And care no whit at all,
When Nature Wants a Man
© Angela Morgan
Watch her method, watch her ways!
How she ruthlessly perfects
Whom she royally elects;
How she hammers him and hurts him
And with mighty blows converts him
Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature understands--
Waiting
© Rabindranath Tagore
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
Fragments - Lines 1267 - 1270
© Theognis of Megara
A boy and a horse are alike in mind, for the horse does not
Weep for its rider when he lies in the dust,
But, fed full with barley, it carries the next man;
And in just this way the boy too loves whoever is at hand.
Norumbega Hall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Not on Penobscot's wooded bank the spires
Of the sought City rose, nor yet beside
Denial
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to give 'em all they askit hurts to have to answer, "No,"
And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;
The Waggoner - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,
When they the wished-for greeting heard,
The whip's loud notice from the door,
That they were free to move once more.
The Study In Aesthetics
© Ezra Pound
The very small children in patched clothing,
Being smitten with an unusual wisdom,
Stopped in their play as she passed them
And cried up from their cobbles:
Carthusians
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire,
Have these white monks been brought into the way of peace,
Despising the world's wisdom and the world's desire,
Which from the body of this death bring no release?
To Fletcher Reviv'd
© Richard Lovelace
How have I bin religious? what strange good
Has scap't me, that I never understood?
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne?
Heald wounded states? made kings and kingdoms one?
That FATE should be so merciful to me,
To let me live t' have said I have read thee.
"The Undying One" - Canto II
© Caroline Norton
'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!
Young Lambs
© John Clare
The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
