All Poems
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The Artist
© Oscar Wilde
ONE evening there came into his soul the desire to fashion an image
of THE PLEASURE THAT ABIDETH FOR A MOMENT. And he went forth into
the world to look for bronze. For he could think only in bronze.
The Sorows Of Werther
© William Makepeace Thackeray
WERTHER had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
When I Go Alone At Night
© Rabindranath Tagore
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.
It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.
Au Chevalier De Pange
© André Marie de Chénier
Quand la feuille en festons a couronné les bois,
L'amoureux rossignol n'étouffe point sa voix.
The Herons Of Elmwood. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Warm and still is the summer night,
As here by the river's brink I wander;
White overhead are the stars, and white
The glimmering lamps on the hillside yonder.
Stanza
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
If I walk in Autumn's even
While the dead leaves pass,
If I look on Springs soft heaven,--
Something is not there which was
Winter's wondrous frost and snow,
Summer's clouds, where are they now?
"I count the days until I see you, dear,"
© Lesbia Harford
I count the days until I see you, dear,
But the days only.
I dare not reckon up the nights and hours
I shall be lonely.
Discontent
© Confucius
We look for red, and foxes meet;
For black, and crows our vision greet.
The creatures, both of omen bad,
Well suit the state of Wei so sad.
Hymn of Apollo
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
In May
© Archibald Lampman
Grief was my master yesternight;
To-morrow I may grieve again;
But now along the windy plain
The clouds have taken flight.
The Hell-Bound Train
© Anonymous
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
Dawn Of The Headland
© William Watson
Dawn - and a magical stillness: on earth, quiescence profound;
On the waters a vast Content, as of hunger appeased and stayed;
Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond
© Sylvia Plath
Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer,
To our bower at the lily root.
Overhead the old umbrellas of summer
Wither like pithless hands. There is little shelter.
The Sad Years
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is this, indeed, Thy man, that Thou hast made,
Is this Thy likeness, and are these Thy ways?
Oh, Lord of pity, quench these flaming hours,
Restore to peace these sad and tortured years
Wherein Thou breakest the frail heart of man
Or he the heart of God.
Sonnet XVIII. The Fireside.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
WITH what a live intelligence the flame
Glows and leaps up in spires of flickering red,
And turns the coal just now so dull and dead
To a companion not like those who came
On The Bust Of Helen By Canova
© George Gordon Byron
In this beloved marble view,
Above the works and thoughts of man,
What Nature could, but would not, do,
And Beauty and Canova can!
By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Southward with fleet of ice
Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast,
And the east-wind was his breath.
Gul ko Mehboob
© Meer Taqi Meer
My heart, like a mirror,
Introduced me to a verity of people.
(I have a mirror like reflecting heart, everyone sees his own reflection in my heart)
