All Poems
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Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come
© William Shakespeare
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;
Their Sweet Sorrow
© James Whitcomb Riley
They meet to say farewell: Their way
Of saying this is hard to say--.
He holds her hand an Instant, wholly
Distressed-- and she unclasps it slowly,
Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way
© William Shakespeare
How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unusèd stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
Auld Lang Syne
© Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
© William Shakespeare
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent
© William Stafford
Whispering to each handhold, I'll be back,
I go up the cliff in the dark. One place
Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire
© William Shakespeare
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
The Destiny Of Nations. A Vision.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song,
Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured
To the Great Father, only Rightful King,
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good!
The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!
Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
© William Shakespeare
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
Matsushima
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O paradise of waters and of isles that gleam,
Dark pines on scarps that flame white in a mirrored sky,
A hundred isles that change like a dissolving dream
From shape to shape for them that with the wind glide by!
The Rout of the White Hussars
© Rudyard Kipling
It was not in the open fight
We threw away the sword,
Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
© William Shakespeare
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
The Invocation Of Jealousy
© Leon Gellert
The conquered world is bowed and worshipful,
And lovely Peace smooth-gowned in lightest grey
Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
© William Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Perpetual Winter Never Known
© David Gascoyne
When the light falls on winter evenings
And the river makes no sound in its passing
Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
© William Shakespeare
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Ella
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Esta novia del alma con quien soñé en un día
Fundar el paraíso de una casa risueña
Y echar, pescando amores, en el mar de la vida
Mis redes, a la usanza de la edad evangélica.
Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent
© William Shakespeare
How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight
© William Shakespeare
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
Like Mighty Foot Lightsburned the Red
© Emily Dickinson
Like Mighty Foot Lightsburned the Red
At Bases of the Trees
The far Theatricals of Day
Exhibitingto These
