All Poems
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The Letters
© Alfred Tennyson
Still on the tower stood the vane,
A black yew gloomed the stagnant air,
The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade.
© Robert Southey
He stopt,--it surely was a groan
That from the hovel came!
He stopt and listened anxiously
Again it sounds the same.
The Faithful Guardian
© Caroline Norton
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone,
Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:--
And, in the cradle's shadow, lies a stately-looking hound,
His fine limbs full of strength and grace, couched humbly on the ground:
The Wife of Llew
© Francis Ledwidge
And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring:
"Come now and let us make a wife for Llew."
The Purple Clover
© Emily Dickinson
There is a flower that Bees prefer
And Butterfliesdesire
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Birdaspire
At the Twilight
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
Memory
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If I ever go back to Baltimore,
The city of Maryland,
I shall miss again as I missed before
A thousand things of the world in store,
The story standing in every door
That beckons with every hand.
Noli Aemulari
© Arthur Hugh Clough
In controversial foul impureness
The peace that is thy light to thee
Quench not: in faith and inner sureness
Possess thy soul and let it be.
A Dream In A Gondola
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I had a dream of waters: I was borne
Fast down the slimy tide
Of eldest Nile, and endless flats forlorn
Stretched out on either side,--
The Sweeper of the Floor
© George MacDonald
Methought that in a solemn church I stood.
Its marble acres, worn with knees and feet,
A Divine Image
© William Blake
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
E.G. De R.
© James Russell Lowell
Why should I seek her spell to decompose
Or to its source each rill of influence trace
Eight Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Prophet of God, arise and take
With thee the words of wrath divine,
The scourge of Heaven, to shake
O'er yon apostate shrine.
To Warren Hastings, Esq.
© William Cowper
Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind
While young humane, conversable, and kind;
Nor can I well believe thee, gentle then,
Now grown a villain, and the worst of men.
But rather some suspect, who have oppressed
And worried thee, as not themselves the best.
Book Of Parables - From Heaven There Fell Upon The Foaming Wave
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
But God, its modest boldness to reward,
Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave.
Its form the mussel captive took,
The Bear At The Dump
© William Matthews
Amidst the too much that we buy and throw
away and the far too much we wrap it in,
To Mother Venus
© Eugene Field
O mother Venus, quit, I pray,
Your violent assailing!
The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth
At last are unavailing;
My blood runs cold, I'm getting old,
And all my powers are failing.
Memories Of The Pacific Coast
© Alfred Noyes
I know a land, I, too,
Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows,
And all the winter long the skies are blue,
And the brown deserts blossom with the rose.
What The Poet Was Telling Himself In 1848
© Victor Marie Hugo
You mustn't seek out power, mustn't grab the helm
Your work lies elsewhere, spirit of another realm,
Check
© James Brunton Stephens
The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and sole again
Along the grass beside the wall.
