All Poems
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Nineteen Nine
© Henry Lawson
There's a light out there in the nearer east
In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;
Georgic 3
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee,
Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,
Nobody Cometh To Woo
© John Clare
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
The Katydids
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sometimes I keep
From going to sleep,
To hear the katydids "cheep-cheep!"
And think they say
Their prayers that way;
But _katydids_ don't have to _pray_!
Memory
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Is Memory most of miseries miserable,
Or the one flower of ease in bitterest hell?
The House Of Fear
© Madison Julius Cawein
Vast are its halls, as vast the halls and lone
Where DEATH stalks listening to the wind and rain;
Amoris Finis
© George Frederick Cameron
AND now I go with the departing sun:
My day is dead and all my work is done.
El Viejo Pozo
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
El viejo pozo de mi vieja casa
Sobre cuyo brocal mi infancia tantas veces
Se clavaba de codos, buscando el vaticinio
De la tortuga, o bien el iris de los peces,
Es un compendio de ilusión
Y de históricas pequeñeces.
The Swagman and His Mate
© Henry Lawson
I hope theyll find the squatter white,
The cook and shearers straight,
When they have reached the shed to-night
The swagman and his mate.
A Smile
© Washington Allston
A smile!-Alas, how oft the lips that bear
This floweret of the soul but give to air,
The Earl Of Shaou's Work
© Confucius
As the young millet, by the genial rain
Enriched, shoots up luxuriant and tall,
So, when we southward marched with toil and pain,
The Earl of Shaou cheered and inspired us all.
The Voice In The Pines
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE morn is softly beautiful and still,
Its light fair clouds in pencilled gold and gray
Pause motionless above the pine-grown hill,
Where the pines, tranced as by a wizard's will,
Uprise as mute and motionless as they!
Of F.W.H.M. to One that Smokes
© James Kenneth Stephen
Spare us the hint of slightest desecration,
Spotless preserve us an untainted shrine;
Not for thy sake, oh goddess of creation,
Not for thy sake, oh woman, but for mine.
Two Riddles. -- 1710
© Matthew Prior
Sphinx was a monster that would eat
Whatever stranger she could get,
Unless his ready wit disclosed
The subtile riddle she proposed.
An After-Dinner Poem
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,
In closest frock and Cinderella shoes,
Bound to the foot-lights for thy brief display,
One zephyr step, and then dissolve away!
