All Poems
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Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still
© Henry Lawson
Why are the sheoaks forever sighing?
(Sheoaks that sigh when the wind is still)
Why are the dead hopes forever dying?
(Dead hopes that died and are with us still.)
As you make it and what you will.
In The Meadow - What In The Meadow?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the meadow - what in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,
A Breach Of Friendship
© Edgar Albert Guest
TIS friendship's test to guard the name
Of him you love from all attack,
As you are to his face, the same
To be when you're behind his back.
Evening. To Harriet
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line
Of western distance that sublime descendest,
And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,
Thy million hues to every vapour lendest,
Her Beauty
© Max Plowman
I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
© Alfred Tennyson
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
Lines: The cold earth slept below
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
I Got Stoned And I Missed It
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I was sitting in my basement
I just rolled myself a taste
of something green and gold and glorious
to get me through the day
The Presentiment
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OVER her face, so tender and meek,
The light of a prophecy lies,
That has silvered the red of the rose on her cheek,
And chastened the thought in her eyes!
Transmutation
© Madison Julius Cawein
To me all beauty that I see
Is melody made visible:
An earth-translated state, may be,
Of music heard in Heaven or Hell.
Homeward Bound
© Sir Henry Newbolt
After long labouring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.
Retirement
© Henry Timrod
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
As that which dares to teach that we are born
Sonnet XLV: Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night
© Samuel Daniel
XLV
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
R. I. in commendation of this worke
© Roger Cotton
You idle Drones, that fleece and cannot feede,
You speechles ones, that can not barke nor bay:
Mr. Housman's Message
© Ezra Pound
O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.
Young America
© Carolyn Wells
Wee Willie sat a-thinking,
And he shook his curly head.
Around him on the nursery floor
His treasures lay outspread.
Man
© Walter Savage Landor
IN his own image the Creator made,
His own pure sunbeam quickend thee, O man!
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever markd with shade!
An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande
© John Skelton
The noblenes of the north, this valiant lord and knight,
As man that was innocent of trechery or traine,
Pressed forth boldly to withstand the myght,
And, lyke marciall Hector, he faught them agayne,
Trustyng in noble men that were with him there;
Bot al they fled from hym for falshode or fere.
