All Poems
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Sonnet II.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
PARTED by time and space for many a year,
Yet ever longing, hoping for a day
When, heart to heart, the happy weeks shall stay
Their flight for us, and all our sky be clear
Leeburn Mill
© William Barnes
Ov all the meäds wi' shoals an' pools,
Where streams did sheäke the limber zedge,
The Burial Of Sir John Mackenzie
© Jessie Mackay
They played him home to the House of Stones
All the way, all the way,
Foreword to Weeds By The Wall
© Madison Julius Cawein
_In the first rare spring of song,
In my heart's young hours,
In my youth 't was thus I sang,
Choosing 'mid the flowers:--_
Cupid's Arrows
© Rudyard Kipling
Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide,
By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried;
Friendship Immortal
© Jeremy Taylor
To me though distant let thy friendship fly;
Though men be mortal, friendships must not die;
Of all things else ther's great satiety.
To Dr. Moore,
© Helen Maria Williams
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TO
ME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791.
If I To You But Sorry Bring
© Alfred Austin
If I to you but sorrow bring,
But aching hours and brackish tears,
Farewell To Malta
© George Gordon Byron
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!
Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat!
Adieu, thou palace rarely enter'd!
Adieu, ye mansions where I've ventured!
The Age Of Ink
© Edgar Albert Guest
Swiftly the changes come. Each day
Sees some lost beauty blown away
Good Temper
© Charles Lamb
In whatsoever place resides
Good Temper, she o'er all presides;
The most obdurate heart she guides.
Antiquary
© John Donne
If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
To The Master Of The _Meteor_
© Herman Melville
Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep,
Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep--
Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep
Over monstrous waves that curl and comb;
Of thee we think when here from brink
We blow the mead in bubbling foam.
The Decree Of Athena
© Aeschylus
Hear ye my statute, men of Attica--
Ye who of bloodshed judge this primal cause;
The Ghost's Story
© Duncan Campbell Scott
All my life long I heard the step
Of some one I would know,
Break softly in upon my days
And lightly come and go.
Thou Dost Not Know
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thou dost not know it! but to hear
One word of praise from thee,
There is no pain I would not bear,
No task too great for me.
Per mels cobrir lo mal pes (Anne)
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Per melhs cobrir lo mal pes e.l cossire
chan e deport et ai joi e solatz;
e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ni rire,
car eu me mor e nul semblan no.n fatz;
e per Amor sui si apoderatz,
tot m'a vencut a forsa e batalha.
