All Poems
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A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
© William Wordsworth
A poet!-He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand-must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Colossians iii. 3. "Our Life Is Hid With Christ In God"
© George Herbert
My words and thoughts do both expresse this notion,
That Life hath with the sun a double motion.
The first Is straight, and our diurnall friend;
The other Hid, and doth obliquely bend.
The Dead
© John Le Gay Brereton
Farewell, high-hearted friends, for God is dead
If such as you can die and fare not well
If when you fall your gallant spirit fail.
You are with us still, and can we be adread
Though hell gape, bloody-fanged and horrible?
Glory and hope of us who love you, Hail!
The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)
© William Shakespeare
The Procreation Sonnets are grouped together
because they all address the same young man,
and all encourage him - with a variety of
themes and arguements - to marry and father
children (hence 'procreation').
The Transvaal Contingent
© Anonymous
From Bluff to Cape Maria New Zealand is agreed;
She thanks her Representatives for generous thought and deed.
She turns with joy from squabbles - from Party's petty aim -
To feel she still has statesman well worthy of the name.
The House of Christmas
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
Vanitie (II)
© George Herbert
Poore silly soul, whose hope and head lies low;
Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow:
To whom the starres shine not so fair, as eyes;
Nor solid work, as false embroyderies;
Hark and beware, lest what vow you now do measure,
And write for sweet, prove a most sowre displeasure.
The Adoration Of The Kings
© William Carlos Williams
From the Nativity
which I have already celebrated
the Babe in its Mother's arms
"I love the Forest;--I could dwell among "
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I love the Forest;--I could dwell among
That silent people, till my thoughts up--grew
In nobly--ordered form, as to my view
Rose the succession of that lofty throng:--
Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Motherless baby and babyless mother,
Bring them together to love one another.
Shakespeare
© Peter McArthur
I MAY not tell what hidden springs I find
Of living beauty in this deathless page,
Alchimie de la douleur (The Alchemy of Sorrow)
© Charles Baudelaire
L'un t'éclaire avec son ardeur,
L'autre en toi met son deuil, Nature!
Ce qui dit à l'un: Sépulture!
Dit à l'autre: Vie et splendeur!
The Heritage
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
He on his man-child laid a soothing hand,
And hushed him into slumber, singing, "Sleep!
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11.
© Alfred Tennyson
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:
Contrast of Morn and Night
© Theocritus
As rising morn shows
Its fair countenance agains the dusky night,--
As the clear spring, when winter's gloom is gone,--
So also the golden Helen was wont
To shine out amongst us.
Madonna
© Alfred Austin
Let me, calm face, remain
For ever in these sweet sequestered nooks,
Remote from pain,
Where leafy laurustinus overlooks
The blue abounding main.
The Chestnut
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Who enters here, beneath this guardian shade,
Feels over him a tender sky of leaves
Dearer than heaven: at once his eye receives
Strange quiet: fathomless as water swayed
The Men Who Stuck To Me
© Henry Lawson
Some I never met and never knew their great but vain endeavour,
For my sake! And some were old mates whom I never more may see;
Never heard me, some I talked with; never saw me, some I walked with;
Blind and deaf, and dumb and foreign were the men who stuck to me.
An Epitaph on Doctor Donne, Dean of St. Paul's
© Richard Corbet
He that would write an epitaph for thee,
And do it well, must first begin to be
