All Poems
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A Fireside Vision
© Bliss William Carman
ONCE I walked the world enchanted
Through the scented woods of spring,
Hand in hand with Love, in rapture
Just to hear a bluebird sing.
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood
© William Cullen Bryant
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
A La Chabot
© Richard Lovelace
Object adorable et charmant!
Mes souspirs et mes pleurs tesmoignent mon torment;
Mais mon respect m'empeche de parler.
Ah! que peine dissimuler!
Et que je souffre de martyre,
D'aimer et de n'oser le dire!
Consumption
© William Cullen Bryant
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine
Too brightly to shine long; another Spring
Shall deck her for men's eyes---but not for thine---
Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening.
Faith in God
© Henry Kendall
HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists
To calm conviction in these days of strife,
Will learn that in this steadfast stand exists
The scholarship severe of human life.
The Constellations
© William Cullen Bryant
O constellations of the early night,
That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,
After a Tempest
© William Cullen Bryant
The day had been a day of wind and storm;--
The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,--
And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm
Shone the great sun on the wide earth at last.
Lines Left Upon The Seat Of A Yew-Tree,
© William Wordsworth
which stands near the lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part of the shore, commanding a beautiful prospect.
NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?
A Song of Pitcairn's Island
© William Cullen Bryant
I knew thy meaning--thou didst praise
My eyes, my locks of jet;
Ah! well for me they won thy gaze,--
But thine were fairer yet!
In The Waste Hour
© William Ernest Henley
Nay, there were we,
Her five strong sons!
To her Death came--the great Deliverer came! -
As equal comes to equal, throne to throne.
She was a mother of men.
522. SongThe Cardin ot, the Spinning ot
© Robert Burns
I COFT a stane o haslock woo,
To mak a wab to Johnie ot;
For Johnie is my only jo,
I loe him best of onie yet.
The Appeal
© Walter Savage Landor
REMAIN, ah not in youth alone,
Though youth, where you are, long will stay,
But when my summer days are gone,
And my autumnal haste away.
348. SongI hae been at Crookieden
© Robert Burns
I HAE been at Crookieden,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Viewing Willie and his men,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
Life And death
© William Baylebridge
This world is driven by two contending powers-
Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust,
336. SongMy Eppie Macnab
© Robert Burns
O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
Shes down in the yard, shes kissin the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.
A Little Boy in the Morning
© Francis Ledwidge
He will not come, and still I wait.
He whistles at another gate
Where angels listen. Ah I know
He will not come, yet if I go
How shall I know he did not pass
barefooted in the flowery grass?
265. SongYoung Jockie was the Blythest Lad
© Robert Burns
YOUNG Jockie was the blythest lad,
In a our town or here awa;
Fu blythe he whistled at the gaud,
Fu lightly dancd he in the ha.
