All Poems
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Westward the course of empire takes its way;
© George Berkeley
Westward the course of empire takes its way;
The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day:
Times noblest offspring is the last.
Best
© Helen Hunt Jackson
Mother, I see you with your nursery light,
Leading your babies, all in white,
To their sweet rest;
Christ, the Good Shepherd, carries mine tonight,
And that is best.
The Noble Art
© Piet Hein
The noble art of Losing Face
may one day save the Human Race
and turn into eternal merit
what weaker minds would call disgrace.
A Womans Sonnets: IX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The day draws nigh, methinks, when I could stay
Calm in thy presence with no dream of ill,
When, having put all earthliness away,
I could be near thee, touching thee, and still
One Who Is Dead
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Never again, my darling, never again,
Till the gates of God are open for me to pass,
Hymn For The Use Of The Sunday School At Olney
© William Cowper
Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer,
In heaven thy dwelling-place,
From infants, made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face!
Flora Macivor's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael.
A stranger commanded â- it sunk on the land,
It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand!
The Knight's Leap: A Legend of Altenar
© Charles Kingsley
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;
And the water is spent and gone?
Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:
I never shall drink but this one.
Swags Up!
© John Le Gay Brereton
Swags up! and yet I turn upon the way.
The yellow hill against a dapple sky,
Thomas Carlyle
© Dorothy Parker
Carlyle combined the lit'ry life
With throwing teacups at his wife,
Remarking, rather testily,
"Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs. C.!"
The Best State Constitution
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
I can recognize only as such, the one that enables
Each to think what is right,-but that he thinks so, cares not.
A Catholic To His Ulster Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother?
Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother,
The Only Solution
© Piet Hein
We shall have to evolve
problem-solvers galore-
since each problem they solve
creates ten problems more.
Tremble oh my gravemound
© Matsuo Basho
Tremble, oh my gravemound,
in time my cries will be
only this autumn wind
Tomorrow, At Dawn
© Victor Marie Hugo
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will set out. You see, I know that you wait for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I can no longer remain far from you.
The Girl's Lamentation
© William Allingham
With grief and mourning I sit to spin;
My Love passed by, and he didn't come in;
He passes by me, both day and night,
And carries off my poor heart's delight.
