All Poems
/ page 1339 of 3210 /
On Salathiel Pavy
© Benjamin Jonson
A child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel
Epitaphs: ii WEEP with me, all you that read
This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
The Metamorphosed Gypsies (excerpt)
© Benjamin Jonson
The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the noon of night,
How Beauty Contrived To Get Square With The Beast
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Miss Guinevere Platt
Was so beautiful that
After The Centennial
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
(A Hope.)
BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolled
Whose banners every land unfurled;
And as it passed, its splendors told
The Triumph
© Benjamin Jonson
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my Lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth.
The Glendy Burk
© Stephen C. Foster
Ho! for Lou'siana!
I'm bound to leave dis town;
I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back
When de Glendy Burk comes down.
Ode to Himself upon the Censure of his New Inn
© Benjamin Jonson
Come, leave the loathed stage,
And the more loathsome age;
Where pride and impudence, in faction knit,
Usurp the chair of wit!
The Cab Lamps
© Henry Lawson
THE CRESCENT MOON and clock tower are fair above the wall
Across the smothered lanes of Loo, the stifled vice and all,
And in the shadow yonderlike cats that wait for scraps
The crowding cabs seem waitingfor you and me, perhaps.
So Breaks The Sun
© Benjamin Jonson
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
So grows both stream and source of price,
That lately fettered were with ice.
The First Meeting
© Robert Fuller Murray
Last night for the first time, O Heart's Delight,
I held your hand a moment in my own,
The dearest moment which my soul has known,
Since I beheld and loved you at first sight.
A Part of an Ode
© Benjamin Jonson
to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
Hymn To Diana
© Benjamin Jonson
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
Wagner
© Rupert Brooke
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep,
One with a fat wide hairless face.
He likes love-music that is cheap;
Likes women in a crowded place;
And wants to hear the noise they're making.
The Missionary - Canto Third
© William Lisle Bowles
Come,--for the sun yet hangs above the bay,--
And whilst our time may brook a brief delay
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN
Love, in thy youth, a stranger, knelt to thee,
With cheeks all red and golden locks all curled,
And cried, ``Sweet child, if thou wilt worship me,
The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad
© Wallace Stevens
The time of year has grown indifferent.
Mildew of summer and the deepening snow
Are both alike in the routine I know:
I am too dumbly in my being pent.
Piccolo Valzer Viennese
© Benjamin Jonson
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
una spalla dove piange la morte
e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
C'e' un frammento del mattino
nel museo della brina.
C'è un salone con mille vetrate.
