All Poems
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The White Rabbit's Verses
© Lewis Carroll
They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him;
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.
The Crowing of the Red Cock
© Emma Lazarus
Across the Eastern sky has glowed
The flicker of a blood-red dawn,
Once more the clarion cock has crowed,
Once more the sword of Christ is drawn.
A million burning rooftrees light
The world-wide path of Israel's flight.
Rosamond
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN the fragrant bright June morning, Rosamond, the queen of girls,
Down the marble doorsteps loiters, radiant with her sunny curls;
O'er the green sward through the garden passes to the river's brink
Throws away an old bouquet, and wonders if 't will float or sink.
Three Women
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note.
Emily Brontë
© Louise Imogen Guiney
What sacramental hurt that brings
The terror of the truth of things
Ultimate
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The vision of a haloed host
That weep around an empty throne;
And, aureoles dark and angels dead,
Man with his own life stands alone.
Sonnet CXXIII: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
© William Shakespeare
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
The Fowls Flying In The Air
© John Bunyan
Methinks I see a sight most excellent,
All sorts of birds fly in the firmament:
The Prediction
© Mark Strand
That night the moon drifted over the pond,
turning the water to milk, and under
the boughs of the trees, the blue trees,
a young woman walked, and for an instant
Elspeth's Ballad
© Sir Walter Scott
The herring loves the merry moon-light,
The mackerel loves the wind,
But the oyster loves the dredging sang,
For they come of a gentle kind.
The New Chinese Fiction
© James Tate
Although the depiction of living forms
was not explicitly forbidden, the only good news
The Author
© Charles Churchill
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,
And cruel parents teach, to read and write!
Holy Thursday: 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
© William Blake
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
Grey-headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Corfu
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Corfu,
Who never knew what he should do;
So he rushed up and down,
Till the sun made him brown,
That bewildered Old Man of Corfu.
On Pedigree. From Epicharmus
© William Cowper
My mother! if thou love me, name no more
My noble birth! Sounding at every breath
November
© Hartley Coleridge
THE mellow year is hasting to its close:
The little birds have almost sung their last,
The Wayfarer
© Sara Teasdale
But now that he has gone his way,
I miss the old sweet pain,
And sometimes in the night I pray
That he may come again.
