All Poems
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The Drunken Boat
© Arthur Rimbaud
As I was going down impassive Rivers,
I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:
Veil, lord, mine eyes till she be past
© George Wither
Veil, Lord, mine eyes till she be past,
When Folly tempts my sight;
In My Dreams
© Stevie Smith
In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.
To Women
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Your hearts are lifted up, your hearts
That have foreknown the utter price.
Your hearts burn upward like a flame
Of splendour and of sacrifice.
The Lost Kiss
© James Whitcomb Riley
I put by the half-written poem,
While the pen, idly trailed in my hand,
From Faust - Second Part - I.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HARK! the storm of hours draws near,
Loudly to the spirit-ear
Signs of coming day appear.
Rocky gates are wildly crashing,
Phoebus' wheels are onward dashing;
Morte d'Arthur
© Alfred Tennyson
To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere:
"It is not meet, Sir King, to leave thee thus,
Aidless, alone, and smitten thro' the helm.
A little thing may harm a wounded man.
Yet I thy hest will all perform at full,
Watch what I see, and lightly bring thee word."
The Ghost
© Richard Harris Barham
There stands a City,- neither large nor small,
Its air and situation sweet and pretty;
Song from The Indian Emperor
© John Dryden
Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,
And with a murmuring sound
Dash, dash upon the ground,
To gentle slumbers call.
Vanity Fair
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,
As we talk of the opera after the weather,
Jes' Wonderin'!
© Edgar Albert Guest
I WONDER if they're bitin' way off yonder in the bay!
I wonder if they're fightin' very hard t' git away!
I wonder if they're hungry, an' would grab a silver spoon
Th' way that I remember they used t' do in June!
I wonder if Ole Daddy's caught his big one yet this year;
An' I guess the boss is wonderin' why I'm sittin' idle here.
The Sea-Change
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous frown,
Beyond the bar, where on the dunes the white-capped rollers break;
Above, one windmill stands forlorn on the arid, grassy down:
I will set my sail on a stormy day and cross the bar and seek
That I have sought and never found, the exquisite one crown,
Which crowns one day with all its calm the passionate and the weak.
A Man in Blue
© James Schuyler
Under the French horns of a November afternoon
a man in blue is raking leaves
May-Bloom
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Oh, for You that I never knew !
Now that the Spring is swelling,
And over the way is a whitening may,
In the yard of my neighbors dwelling.
Our God, Our Help
© Isaac Watts
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:
Childhood
© Henry Vaughan
And yet the practice worldlings call
Business, and weighty action all,
Checking the poor child for his play,
But gravely cast themselves away.
