All Poems
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Spring and Autumn
© Francis Ledwidge
Green ripples singing down the corn,
With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
And in the music of the morn
One with wild roses on her head.
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison
© Benjamin Jonson
The Turn
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
Youth And Death
© Emma Lazarus
What hast thou done to this dear friend of mine,
Thou cold, white, silent Stranger? From my hand
The River And The Tree
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
"You are white and tall and swaying," sang the river
to the tree,
Song In March
© William Gilmore Simms
NOW are the winds about us in their glee,
Tossing the slender tree;
Destruction
© Charles Baudelaire
At my side the Demon writhes forever,
Swimming around me like impalpable air;
As I breathe, he burns my lungs like fever
And fills me with an eternal guilty desire.
Epigram - On Players And Ballad-Singers
© Francis Quarles
They're like the Priest and Clerk at Belial's altar;
One makes the Sermon; t'other tunes the Psalter.
The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE land was pale with famine
And racked with fever-pain;
The frozen fiords were fishless,
The earth withheld her grain.
Sonnet 16
© Richard Barnfield
Long have I longd to see my love againe,
Still have I wisht, but never could obtaine it;
Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under the walls of Monterey
At daybreak the bugles began to play,
Amaze
© Adelaide Crapsey
I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.
A Monumental Column : A Funeral Elegy
© John Webster
To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Carr, Viscount Rochester, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, and One Of His Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council.
The greatest of the kingly race is gone,
Impressions Of Francois-Marie Arouet (De Voltaire)
© Ezra Pound
The parks with the swards all over dew,
And grass going glassy with the light on it,
The green stretches where love is and the grapes
Hang in yellow-white and dark clusters ready for pressing.
And if now we can't fit with our time of life
There is not much but its evil left us.
[little tree]
© Edward Estlin Cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
Success is counted sweetest (112)
© Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Incident at Grantley Manor
© Stephen Edgar
Seven o’clock, the time set in his mind
Like herbs displayed in aspic, as the chimes
The West Wind
© William Cullen Bryant
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high,
And hear the breezes of the West
Among the threaded foliage sigh.
