All Poems
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Nyx (English translation)
© Catherine Pozzi
O you, my nights, O long-awaited black-
ness, O proud country, O obstinate sec-
rets, O long looks, O thundering clouds
O flight beyond skies which are closed
The Bird at Dawn
© Harold Monro
What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going :
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing.
Our Tree Has Flowers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
We have planted a tree,
And behold, it has flowers.
How lovely their joy!
Yet they know not of ours,
On The Importance Of Being Earnest
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"Gentle Jane was as good as gold,"
To borrow a line from Mr. Gilbert;
She hated War with a hate untold,
She was a pacifistic filbert.
If you said "Perhaps"-she'd leave the hall.
You couldn't argue with her at all.
Old Paul and Old Tim
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When rival adorers come courting a maid,
There's something or other may often be said,
Why HE should be pitched upon rather than HIM.
This wasn't the case with Old PAUL and Old TIM.
Seance
© Edouard Roditi
The stranger walks into the dark room where the two men sit at the table and talk of travel
Ode To The Austrian Socialists
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Let us remember Karl Marx Hof, Goethe Hof,
The one called Matteoti and all the rest.
They were little cities built by people for people.
They were shelled by six-inch guns.
It is strange to go
Sonnet XXX: Still In the Trace
© Samuel Daniel
Still in the trace of my tormented thought,
My ceaseless cares must march on to my death;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 16
© William Langland
"Now faire falle yow,' quod I tho, "for youre faire shewyng!
For Haukyns love the Actif Man evere I shal yow lovye.
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Scene I
"Discontent"
LAURENCE RABY.
The Friends Burial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My thoughts are all in yonder town,
Where, wept by many tears,
To-day my mother's friend lays down
The burden of her years.
It Is The Hour
© George Gordon Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour--when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
Earth Odours--After Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Life-yielding fragrance of our Mother Earth!
Benignant breath exhaled from summer showers!-
Last Words
© Emily Jane Brontë
I knew not 'twas so dire a crime
To say the word, "Adieu;"
But this shall be the only time
My lips or heart shall sue.
Trinity Sunday
© John Keble
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide
Far out of sight we seem to glide.
Elegy II
© Henry James Pye
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign
And rage the tempests with resistless force?
On The Descent Into Hell Of Ezzelino Di Napoli
© Walter Savage Landor
Rejoice, ye nations! one is dead
By whom ten thousand hearts have bled.
Widows and orphans, raise your voice . .
One voice, ye prostrate peoples, raise
To God; to God alone be praise!
All dwellers upon earth, rejoice:
