All Poems
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The Eve Of All-Saints
© Madison Julius Cawein
This is the tale they tell,
Of an Hallowe'en;
This is the thing that befell
Me and the village Belle,
Beautiful Aimee Dean.
For Valour
© John Le Gay Brereton
Hail to you, comrades, who have won,
Where the torn lines of battle run
By tattered town and ruined mead,
The honour that men give with pride
To those who, daffing death aside,
Have done the valorous deed.
The Stone Fleet
© Herman Melville
I have a feeling for those ships,
Each worn and ancient one,
With great bluff bows, and broad in the beam:
Ay, it was unkindly done.
But so they serve the Obsolete-
Even so, Stone Fleet!
Election Day, November 1884
© Walt Whitman
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
Twould not be you, Niagaranor you, ye limitless prairiesnor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
What Dick An I Did
© William Barnes
Last week the Browns ax'd nearly all
The naïghbours to a randy,
To Hope
© Thomas Hood
Oh! take, young Seraph, take thy harp,
And play to me so cheerily;
For grief is dark, and care is sharp,
And life wears on so wearily.
Dooms-Day
© George Herbert
Come away,
Make no delay.
Summon all the dust to rise,
Till it stirre, and rubbe the eyes;
While this member jogs the other,
Each one whispering, Live you, brother?
Absence
© Thomas William Heney
But if I come thy choice should be
Either to love or not
For if I might I would not kiss
And then be all forgot;
And it were best thy love to lose
If love self-scorn begot.
A Vine-Arbour In The Far West
© Jean Ingelow
Laura, my Laura! 'Yes, mother!' 'I want you, Laura; come down.'
'What is it, mother-what, dearest? O your loved face how it pales!
You tremble, alas and alas-you heard bad news from the town?'
'Only one short half hour to tell it. My poor courage fails-
Greatness
© Charles Harpur
That man is truly great, and he alone
Who venerates, of present things or past
The Road Through Chaos
© Alfred Noyes
There is one road, one only, to the Light:
A narrow way, but Freedom walks therein;
A straight, firm road through Chaos and old Night,
And all these wandering Jack-o-Lents of Sin.
Sonnett - IX
© James Russell Lowell
My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die;
Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,
The James Bond Movie
© May Swenson
The popcorn is greasy, and I forgot to bring a Kleenex.
A pill thats a bomb inside the stomach of a man inside
The Maids Of Attitash
© John Greenleaf Whittier
In sky and wave the white clouds swam,
And the blue hills of Nottingham
Through gaps of leafy green
Across the lake were seen,
A Draught Of Sunshine
© John Keats
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
Away with old Hock and madeira,
Too earthly ye are for my sport;
There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue
© John Keats
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago -- true she had her servants -- but then she had her self. She ought to have hired Sisyphus, -- "Up the high hill he heaves a huge round -- Mrs. Cameron." 'Tis said a little conversation took place between the mountain and the Lady. After taking a glass of W[h]iskey as she was tolerably seated at ease she thus began --
Mrs. C.
The Poets Choice
© Caroline Norton
I.
'Twas in youth, that hour of dreaming;
Round me, visions fair were beaming,
Golden fancies, brightly gleaming,
Flower O The Peach
© Alice Guerin Crist
When I came down Toowoomba streets,
The evening air was full of sweets,
Of Springtime odours vague and faint,
