All Poems
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The Boy and the Mantle
© Thomas Percy
In the third day of May,
To Carleile did come
A kind curteous child,
That cold much of wisdome.
Ex Machina
© Michael Rosen
When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight,
None
© Hayden Carruth
You died. And because you were Greek they gave you
a coin to carry under your tongue and then also
Dawn
© Francis Ledwidge
Quiet miles of golden sky,
And in my heart a sudden flower.
I want to clap my hands and cry
For Beauty in her secret bower.
Time
© George MacDonald
A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carl
Gangs a' nicht rakin athort the warl
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners
© John Donne
At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
Tam O 'Shanter
© Robert Burns
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses.)
Bears at Raspberry Time
© Hayden Carruth
Fear. Three bears
are not fear, mother
and cubs come berrying
in our neighborhood
Sonnet. "If there were any power in human love"
© Frances Anne Kemble
If there were any power in human love,
Or in th' intensest longing of the heart,
Sonnet XCIV: They that have Power to Hurt and will do None
© William Shakespeare
They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Market-Night
© Robert Bloomfield
'O Winds, howl not so long and loud;
Nor with your vengeance arm the snow:
Bear hence each heavy-loaded cloud;
And let the twinkling Star-beams glow.
To my Dear Friend Mr. Congreve on his Comedy Call'd the Double Dealer
© John Dryden
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;
The present age of wit obscures the past:
A Thrush in the Trenches
© Humbert Wolfe
Suddenly he sang across the trenches,
vivid in the fleeting hush
as a star-shell through the smashed black branches,
a more than English thrush.
The Fair
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
Is generated by the smooth flow
Of the shillings. This is an orchestra
Of steel with the constant percussion
Of laughter. But where he should be laughing
Too, his features are split open, and look!
Out of the cracks come warm, human tears.
L'INNUSTRIA (Striving)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Un giorno che arrestai propio a la fetta,
Senz'avé manco l'arma d'un quadrino,
Senti che cosa fo: curro ar camino
E roppo in quattro pezzi la paletta.
Sonnet LXV: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
© William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
But sad mortality oer-sways their power,
