All Poems
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To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Orrery In Dublin
© Mary Barber
Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;
Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.
This Honour only from fair Virtue springs,
Ennobles Slaves, adds Dignity to Kings.
To Heaven
© Benjamin Jonson
Good and great God, can I not think of thee
But it must straight my melancholy be?
Lines To A Portrait, By A Superior Person
© Francis Bret Harte
When I bought you for a song,
Years ago--Lord knows how long!--
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
© André Breton
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;
David's Fall
© John Newton
How David, when by sin deceived,
From bad to worse went on!
For when the Holy Spirit's grieved,
Our strength and guard are gone.
Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock
© Washington Allston
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I can support it no longer.
Laughing ruefully at myself
For all I claim to have suffered
I get up. Damned nightmarer!
Poets Have Chanted Mortality
© Pindar
It had better been hidden
But the Poets inform:
We are chattel and liege
Of an undying Worm.
The Night of the Shirts
© William Stanley Merwin
you look upward through
each other saying nothing has happened
and it has gone away and is sleeping
having told the same story
and we exist from within
eyes of the gods
First Verses
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
TRANSLATION FROM THE ENEID, BOOK I.
THE god looked out upon the troubled deep
The Ivy Green
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth oer ruins old!
Famous
© Naomi Shihab Nye
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
Oppression
© Langston Hughes
Now dreams
Are not available
To the dreamers,
Nor songs
To the singers.
The Face
© Stevie Smith
There is a face I know too well,
A face I dread to see,
So vain it is, so eloquent
Of all futility.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
"Hooray!"
"What fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
How The Old Horse Won The Bet
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
What was it who was bound to do?
I did not hear and can't tell you,--
Pray listen till my story's through.
Incandescent War Poem Sonnet
© Bernadette Mayer
Even before I saw the chambered nautilus
I wanted to sail not in the us navy
Tonight I'm waiting for you, your letter
At the same time his letter, the view of you
Contradictin' Joe
© Edgar Albert Guest
Heard of Contradictin' Joe?
Most contrary man I know.
Always sayin', "That's not so."
Still Life in Landscape
© Sharon Olds
It was night, it had rained, there were pieces of cars and
half-cars strewn, it was still, and bright,
Written at an Inn at Henley
© William Shenstone
To thee, fair Freedom! I retire,
From flattery, cards, and dice, and din;
Nor art thou found in mansions higher
Than the low cot, or humble inn.
