All Poems
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Accolon Of Gaul: Part I
© Madison Julius Cawein
"Will love grow less when dead the roguish Spring,
Who from gay eyes sowed violets whispering;
Peach petals in wild cheeks, wan-wasted thro'
Of withering grief, laid lovely 'neath the dew,
Will love grow less?
Music
© Wilfred Owen
I have been gay with trivial fifes that laugh;
And songs more sweet than possible things are sweet;
And gongs, and oboes. Yet I guessed not half
Life's symphony till I had made hearts beat,
And touched Love's body into trembling cries,
And blown my love's lips into laughs and sighs.
Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born
© John Keats
This mortal body of a thousand days
Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room,
Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays,
Happy and thoughtless of thy day of doom!
Leady-Day, An Ridden House
© William Barnes
Aye, back at Leädy-Day, you know,
I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe;
Evening
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
WHEN the white iris folds the drowsing bee,
When the first cricket wakes
Catharina : The Second Part. On Her Marriage To George Courtenay, Esq.
© William Cowper
Believe it or not, as you choose,
The doctrine is certainly true,
That the future is known to the Muse,
And poets are oracles too.
The Borough. Letter XIV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Life Of Blaney
© George Crabbe
ground:
He gave employ that might for bread suffice,
Correct his habits and restrain his vice.
Here Blaney tried (what such man's miseries
Love Sonnet XV
© Zora Bernice May Cross
My Love, my piece of Heaven God has spilled
Upon my outstretched hands, O, kiss me yet.
Here, lying close to you, I feelI know,
My being, even now, is charged and filled
With light and bliss it never will forget
Though aeons over my cold corpse should flow.
El Candil
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Oh candil, oh bajel, frente al altar
cumplimos, en dúo recóndito,
un solo mandamiento: venerar!
Songs of Praise the Angels Sang
© James Montgomery
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heavn with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spoke and it was done.
The Last Battle Of The Cid
© Ada Cambridge
Low he lay upon his dying couch, the knight without a stain,
The unconquered Cid Campeadór, the bright breastplate of Spain,
The incarnate honour of Castille, of Aragon and Navarre,
Very crown of Spanish chivalry, Rodrigo of Bivar!
I Gather Motley Flowers
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
I gather motley flowers
And braid, braid a garland,
Sharp spears fall
At your victorious feet.
Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
II.
Dark is the realm of grief: but human things
Those may not know who cannot weep for them.
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Heut abend bleibt es lange hell
© Anna de Noailles
Heut abend bleibt es lange hell, die Tage werden länger,
der Lärm des grellen Tages löst sich auf und flieht,
die Bäume wundern sich, daß sie die Nacht nicht sehen,
sie bleiben wach im weißen Abendlicht und sinnen …
The Battle Between The Rats And The Weazles
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
In dire Contest the Rats and Weazles met,
And Foot to Foot, and Point to Point was set:
Dieu! Qu'il La Fait
© Ezra Pound
FROM CHARLES D'ORLEANS
God! that mad'st her well regard her,
How she is so fair and bonny;
For the great charms that are upon her
Ready are all folks to reward her.
