All Poems
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On Liberty and Slavery
© George Moses Horton
Alas! and am I born for this,
To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss,
Through hardship, toil and pain!
The Dreams Of My Heart
© Sara Teasdale
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 09
© William Langland
"Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, "noght a day hennes
In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.
City Without a Name
© Czeslaw Milosz
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Who will honor the city without a name
If so many are dead and others pan gold
Or sell arms in faraway countries?
The Master-Cook
© Rudyard Kipling
With us there rade a Maister-Cook that came
From the Rochelle which is neere Angouleme.
[Yesterday, the sunshine made the air glow]
© James Russell Lowell
Circling as hunters aim down on me
while you rise, rise, rise into the blue sky
and meet me over in the next fields.
Mnemosyne
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THOU fill'st from the winged chalice of the soul
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-winged to its goal.
For ever with the Lord!
© James Montgomery
"For ever with the Lord!"
Amen, so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality.
Morning Hymn
© Charles Wesley
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph oer the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near:
Day-star, in my heart appear.
Grammers Shoes
© William Barnes
I do seem to zee Grammer as she did use
Vor to show us, at Chris'mas, her weddèn shoes,
The Definition of Gardening
© James Tate
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does.
He likes nothing better than to put on
Attainment
© Madison Julius Cawein
ON the Heights of Great Endeavour,
Where Attainment looms forever,
Why Sit'st Thou By That Ruin'd Hall?
© Sir Walter Scott
"Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall,
Thou aged carle so stern and grey?
Dost thou its former pride recall,
Or ponder how it pass'd away?"-
Consecration
© Peter McArthur
IT is no bondage to be free to give
Our all to Him who first so freely gave,
Voices from the Other World
© James Merrill
Presently at our touch the teacup stirred,
Then circled lazily about
From A to Z. The first voice heard
(If they are voices, these mute spellers-out)
Was that of an engineer
