All Poems
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Ode - Promesse De L'Amour
© Matthew Prior
Hier, l'Amour touche du son
Que rendoit ma lire qu'il aime,
Me promit pour une chanson,
Deux baisers de sa mere mesme.
An Epitaph 2 (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Take to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain
With much hard labor in thy service worn!
The Song Of The Beasts
© Rupert Brooke
Come away! Come away!
Ye are sober and dull through the common day,
Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
© Edmund Spenser
Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
THe shepheards boy (best knowen by that name)
From Egmont
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Full arm'd for the strife,
While his hand grasps his lance
As they proudly advance.
Hadji Dimiter
© Hristo Botev
He lives, still he lives! In the mountain fast,
soaked in blood, he lies and groans,
a rebel, wounded in the chest,
a rebel, young and with a manly strength.
The Chant Of The Vultures
© Edwin Markham
We are circling, glad of the battle: we
joy in the smell of the smoke.
Ring Of Peace
© Paul Eluard
I have passed the doors of coldness
The doors of my bitterness
To come and kiss your lips
The Song Of The Children
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The World is ours till sunset,
Holly and fire and snow;
And the name of our dead brother
Who loved us long ago.
Rubaiyat 35
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
O breeze, my story quietly share,
My hearts secrets, to whoever you care.
Tell not to upset or bring sorrow,
Share them with a heart thats aware.
When The Old Man Smokes
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the forenoon's restful quiet,
When the boys are off at school,
Mid-Winter
© Madison Julius Cawein
All day the clouds hung ashen with the cold;
And through the snow the muffled waters fell;
Give Me Freshening Breeze, My Boys
© Louisa May Alcott
'Give me freshening breeze, my boys,
A white and swelling sail,
The Restoration Of The Works Of Art In Italy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Vain dream! degraded Rome! thy noon is o'er,
Once lost, thy spirit shall revive no more.
It sleeps with those, the sons of other days,
Who fix'd on thee the world's adoring gaze;
Those, blest to live, while yet thy star was high,
More blest, ere darkness quench'd its beam, to die!
The North Sea -- First Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
Once through heaven went shining,
Wedded and one,
Luna the Goddess, and Sol the God,
And the stars in multitudes thronged around them,
Their little, innocent children.
We dreamit is good we are dreaming
© Emily Dickinson
We dreamit is good we are dreaming
It would hurt uswere we awake
But since it is playingkill us,
And we are playingshriek
Le Christianisme
© Wilfred Owen
So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.
