All Poems
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To A Lady With Child That Ask'd An Old Shirt.
© Richard Lovelace
And why an honour'd ragged shirt, that shows,
Like tatter'd ensigns, all its bodie's blows?
Should it be swathed in a vest so dire,
It were enough to set the child on fire;
Winter Twilight
© Bliss William Carman
ALONG the wintry skyline,
Crowning the rocky crest,
Stands the bare screen of hardwood trees
Against the saffron west,
The Vanity Of Human Wishes
© Michael Wigglesworth
I walk'd and did a little Mole-hill view
Full peopled with a most industrious crew
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry
© Ellis Parker Butler
Comrades, many a year and day
Have fled since that glorious 9th of May
When we made the charge at Farmington.
But until our days on earth are done
The Tempters
© Edgar Albert Guest
EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing,
For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot;
The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough
© Ellis Parker Butler
These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!
He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World
© William Butler Yeats
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
The Ballade Of The Automobile
© Ellis Parker Butler
When yacht or Coach Club fellows dine
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when Automobile Clubmen convene
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
The Indian Girl's Lament
© William Cullen Bryant
An Indian girl was sitting where
Her lover, slain in battle, slept;
Her maiden veil, her own black hair,
Came down o'er eyes that wept;
And wildly, in her woodland tongue,
This sad and simple lay she sung:
The Ballad Of A Bachelor
© Ellis Parker Butler
Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,And bravely did they strive to bring
Speaking Of Operations
© Ellis Parker Butler
I know something wonderfulwonderful;
So strange it will quite startle you;
So strange and absurd and unusual
It seems it can hardly be true!
Song For Heroes
© Ellis Parker Butler
Captain OHare was a mariner brave;
He refused to abandon his ship;
A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave
And his widow is now Mrs. Bipp,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Bipp!
Says Mister Doojabs
© Ellis Parker Butler
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day,
I took a ramble up Broadway,
And with my hands behind my back
I strolled along on the streetcar track
(I walked on the track, for walking there
Gives one, I think, a distinguished air.)
Ridden Down
© Ellis Parker Butler
When I taught Ida how to ride a
Bicycle that night,
I ran beside her, just to guide her
Erring wheel aright;
And many times there in the street
She rode upon my weary feet.
To William Henry Parker
© William Henry Drummond
Philosopher of many parts,
Beloved of all true honest hearts,
A man who laughs at every ill,
Because "there's corn in Egypt still."
The Women of the Town
© Henry Lawson
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile
It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while
Just to breathe the breath of Heaven ere my devil drags me down,
And to sing a song of pity for the women of the town.
Partners
© Ellis Parker Butler
Love took chambers on our street
Opposite to mine;
On his door he tacked a neat,
Clearly lettered sign.
Once On A Golden Day
© Mathilde Blind
Once on a golden day,
In the golden month of May,
I gave my heart away-
Little birds were singing.
October
© Ellis Parker Butler
The forest holds high carnival to-day,
And every hill-side glows with gold and fire;
Ivy and sumac dress in colors gay,
And oak and maple mask in bright attire.
The Witch
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
HER hair was gold and warm it lay
Upon the pallor of her brow;
Her eyes were deep, aye, deep and gray--
And in their depths he drowned his vow.
