All Poems
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Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage
© William Shakespeare
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,
Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse
© William Shakespeare
So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven it self for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
For an Old Poet
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
When he is old and past all singing,
Grant, kindly Time, that he may hear
The rhythm through joyous Nature ringing,
Uncaught by any duller ear.
From The German Of Uhland
© James Weldon Johnson
Three students once tarried over the Rhine,
And into Frau Wirthin's turned to dine.
Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
© William Shakespeare
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws
© William Shakespeare
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,
Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Turkey
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Turkey,
Who wept when the weather was murky;
When the day turned out fine,
She ceased to repine,
That capricious Young Lady of Turkey.
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
© William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
© Aeschylus
Earth is rocking in space!
And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar,
My Dead Dream
© Sarojini Naidu
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.
Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep?
White Night
© Boris Pasternak
I keep thinking of times that are long past,
Of a house in the Petersburg Quarter.
You had come from the steppeland Kursk Province,
Of a none-too-rich mother the daughter.
Santa Christina
© Robert Laurence Binyon
At Tiro, in her father's tower,
The young Cristina had her bower,
Over blue Bolsena's lake,
Where small frolic ripples break
I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I dug and dug amongst the snow,
And thought the flowers would never grow;
Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
© William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
In The Round Tower At Jhansi
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;
Not a hope in the world remained:
The swarming howling wretches below
Gained and gained and gained.
Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful might
© William Shakespeare
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
The Century Of Garibaldi
© George Meredith
That aim, albeit they were of minds diverse,
Conjoined them, not to strive without surcease;
For them could be no babblement of peace
While lay their country under Slavery's curse.
Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that grows
© William Shakespeare
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.
