All Poems
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Delia II
© Samuel Daniel
Go wailing verse, the infants of my love,
Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
Elegy IX. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend
© William Shenstone
I ne'er must tinge my lip with Celtic wines;
The pomp of India must I ne'er display;
Nor boast the produce of Peruvian mines;
Nor with Italian sounds deceive the day.
The Intellectual
© Ishmael Reed
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
The man behind the book may not be man,
His own man or the book’s or yet the time’s,
But still be whole, deciding what he can
In praise of politics or German rimes;
Johnie Faa
© Andrew Lang
The gypsies came to our good lord's gate
And wow but they sang sweetly!
They sang sae sweet and sae very complete
That down came the fair lady.
Sonnet On The American War. "Triumph not, fools! and weep not, ye faint-hearted!"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Triumph not, fools! and weep not, ye faint-hearted!
Have ye believed that the supreme decree
The Bridge of Change
© John Logan
The bridge barely curved that connects the terrible with the tender.
—Rilke
The Prayer
© Sara Teasdale
My answered prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
"O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb."
Seventh Street
© Jean Toomer
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
The Switzer's Wife
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Nor look nor tone revealeth aught
Save woman's quietness of thought;
And yet around her is a light
Of inward majesty and might. ~ M.J.J.
Prayer of a Soldier in France
© Joyce Kilmer
My shoulders ache beneath my pack
(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).
Come Skating
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
They said come skating;
They said it's so nice.
They said come skating;
I'd done it twice.
A West Country Ballad
© Anonymous
This is the tale of Norton
Who vowed a vow, by zounds,
To catch the varlet Gardiner
And win a thousand pounds.
Sonnet XXXIII: Full many a Glorious Morning have I Seen
© William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
In Memory of the Utah Stars
© William Matthews
Each of them must have terrified
his parents by being so big, obsessive
and exact so young, already gone
and leaving, like a big tipper,
that huge changeling’s body in his place.
The prince of bone spurs and bad knees.
The Evening Of The Year
© Mathilde Blind
The grief of many partings near
Wails like an echo in the wind:
The days of love lie far behind,
The days of loss lie shuddering near.
Life's morning-glory who shall bind?
It is the evening of the year.
What the Rattlesnake Said
© Roald Dahl
The Moon's a little prairie-dog.
He shivers through the night.
He sits upon his hill and cries
For fear that I will bite.
Division
© Edgar Albert Guest
You cannot gather every rose,
Nor every pleasure claim,
Nor bask in every breeze that blows,
Nor play in every game.
