All Poems
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Help In Adversity
© Jeremy Taylor
Friends are to friends as lesser gods, while they
Honour and service to each other pay:
But when a dark cloud comes, grudge not to lend
Thy head, thy heart, thy fortune to thy friend
To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us
© Benjamin Jonson
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
While I confess thy writings to be such
As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much.
That Women Are But Men's Shadows
© Benjamin Jonson
Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly then
Styled but the shadows of us men?
My Prayer
© Hristo Botev
O my God, my righteous God.
Not you, in heaven apart,
but you, who are within me, God -
within my soul and heart
It Is Not Growing Like A Tree
© Benjamin Jonson
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:
Boyhood
© Washington Allston
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
The minutes parting one by one like rays,
Song To Celia - II
© Benjamin Jonson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
And who shall tell what ignominy death
Has yet in store for us; what abject fears
Even for the best of us; what fights for breath;
A Sonnet
© Oliver Goldsmith
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
MYRA, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Song To Celia - I
© Benjamin Jonson
Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever,
He at length our good will sever.
The Call
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Mother of her who is close to my heart
Cease to chide!
For no small thing must I wander afar
From the tender arms and lips of my bride
My love with eyes like the glowing star
In the twilight sky apart.
The Princess (prologue)
© Alfred Tennyson
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day
Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun
Goodbye
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
And so goodbye, my love, my dear, and so goodbye,
E'en thus from my sad heart go hence, depart;
Confused
© Claire Nixon
I discover myself misplaced
winding through everlasting paths.
I dont belong at this point.
Yet, I yearn to feel,
Spread the Truth!
© Henry Lawson
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy! Scorn their bitter lying spite!
Tell the Truth in simple language, when you know that you are right!
And theyll read it by the slush-lamps in the station huts at night,
Sanity
© Claire Nixon
Ive held you all these years,
supporting you through all.
I plead for your hand just this once,
then I realise I was always alone,
The Camel-Rider
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
There is no thing in all the world but love,
No jubilant thing of sun or shade worth one sad tear.
Why dost thou ask my lips to fashion songs
Other than this, my song of love to thee?
Addiction
© Claire Nixon
What have I became
in this false fantasy?
Thriving on something sweet,
submerging into another world.
On A Grave In The Forest
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Hush, gentle stranger. Here lies one asleep
In the tall grass whom we must not awaken.
For see, the wildest winds hush here and keep
Silence for her and not a leaf is shaken,
