All Poems
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On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings
© William Cowper
The Birds put off their every hue,
To dress a room for Montagu.
The Wild Gazelle
© George Gordon Byron
The wild gazelle on Judah's hills,
Exulting yet may bound,
And drink from all the living rills
That gush on holy ground:
Its airy step and glorious eye
May glance in tameless transport by.: -
A Dedication - To K.S.G.
© Henry Timrod
Fair Saxon, in my lover's creed,
My love were smaller than your meed,
Lines Written Near San Francisco
© Louis Simpson
I wake and feel the city trembling.
Yes, there is something unsettled in the air
And the earth is uncertain.
Sic Vita
© William Stanley Braithwaite
Heart free, hand free,
Blue above, brown under,
All the world to me
Is a place of wonder.
There was a Boy
© André Breton
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander! many a time,
So This Is Nebraska
© Ted Kooser
The gravel road rides with a slow gallop
over the fields, the telephone lines
streaming behind, its billow of dust
full of the sparks of redwing blackbirds.
When I Heard At The Close Of The Day
© Walt Whitman
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in
the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined
toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast-and that night I was happy.
In The Tunnel
© Francis Bret Harte
Didn't know Flynn,--
Flynn of Virginia,--
Long as he's been 'yar?
Look 'ee here, stranger,
Whar HEV you been?
Beat! Beat! Drums!
© Walt Whitman
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Sonnet: They Dub Thee Idler
© Henry Timrod
They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly,
And why? because, forsooth, so many moons,
The Parade
© Billy Collins
How exhilarating it was to march
along the great boulevards
in the sunflash of trumpets
and under all the waving flags
the flag of ambition, the flag of love.
April Love
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
Ego
© Denise Duhamel
I just didn’t get it—
even with the teacher holding an orange (the earth) in one hand
Elizabethan
© Linda Pastan
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow
—Queen Elizabeth I
Pioneers
© Hamlin Garland
THEY rise to mastery of wind and snow;
They go like soldiers grimly into strife
To colonize the plain. They plough and sow,
And fertilize the sod with their own life,
As did the Indian and the buffalo.
