All Poems
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The Sad Shepherd's Passion of Love
© George Peele
O Gentle Love, ungentle for thy deed,
Thou makest my heart
Descend To Thy Jerusalem, O Lord!
© Jeremy Taylor
"Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord!"
Her faithful children cry with one accord;
Come, ride in triumph on! behold we lay
Our guilty lusts and proud wills in thy way!
Sonnet CXXIX: "Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame"
© William Shakespeare
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Song: To The Spring
© John Lyly
WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale.
For Christmas Day, Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
© Martin Madan
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald Angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King.
Special Treatments Ward
© Dana Gioia
I put this poem aside twelve years ago
because I could not bear remembering
the faces it evoked, and every line
seemed—still seems—so inadequate and grim.
Elegy XVIII
© John Donne
THE heavens rejoice in motion ; why should I
Abjure my so much loved variety,
The Ostrich-Punching of Arroyo Al
© Arthur Chapman
I was broke in Arizony, and was gloomy as a tomb
When I got a chance at punchin' for an outfit called Star-Plume;
I did n't ask no wherefores, but jest lit out with my tarp,
As happy as an angel with the newest make o' harp.
To David, About His Education
© Howard Nemerov
The world is full of mostly invisible things,
And there is no way but putting the mind’s eye,
La Bella Mano
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O BELLA Mano, che ti lavi e piaci
In quel medesmo tuo puro elemento
Upon The Sight Of A Pound Of Candles Falling To The Ground
© John Bunyan
But be the candles down, and scattered too,
Some lying here, some there? What shall we do?
Hold, light the candle there that stands on high,
It you may find the other candles by.
Light that, I say, and so take up the pound
You did let fall and scatter on the ground.
Characteristics Of A Child Three Years Old
© William Wordsworth
LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild;
And Innocence hath privilege in her
The Mower to the Glow-Worms
© Andrew Marvell
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late,
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate;
Fragment: Ye Gentle Visitations Of Calm Thought
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ye gentle visitations of calm thought--
Moods like the memories of happier earth,
Which come arrayed in thoughts of little worth,
Like stars in clouds by the weak winds enwrought,--
But that the clouds depart and stars remain,
While they remain, and ye, alas, depart!
The Storm
© Adam Mickiewicz
The rudder breaks, the sails are ripped, the roar
Of waters mingles with the ominous sound
The Children
© Mark Jarman
The children are hiding among the raspberry canes.
They look big to one another, the garden small.
The Things That Grow
© Robert Laurence Binyon
It was nothing but a little neglected garden,
Laurel--screened, and hushed in a hot stillness;
An old pear--tree, and flowers mingled with weeds.
Yet as I came to it all unawares, it seemed
