All Poems
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Absence
© Matthew Arnold
IN THIS fair strangers eyes of grey
Thine eyes, my love, I see.
I shudder: for the passing day
Had borne me far from thee.
To a Cabbage Rose
© Henry Lea Twisleton
Thy clustering leaves are steeped in splendour;
No evening red, no morning dun,
Can show a hue as rich and tender
As thine - bright lover of the sun!
The Morning-Glory
© Maria White Lowell
We wreathed about our darling's head
The morning-glory bright;
Vision Of Columbus - Book 7
© Joel Barlow
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.
I Hear The Stars Still Singing
© James Weldon Johnson
I hear the stars still singing
To the beautiful, silent night,
A Passage In The Moriae Encomium Of Erasmus. Imitated
© Matthew Prior
In awful pomp and melancholy state,
See settled Reason on the judgement-seat;
The Maids of the Mountains
© Anonymous
In the wild Weddin Mountains there live two young dames
Kate O'Meally, Bet Mayhew are their pretty names;
These maids of the mountains are bonny bush belles,
They ride out on horseback, togged out like young swells.
An Imperial Elegy
© Wilfred Owen
Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
The Memory Of Burns
© John Greenleaf Whittier
How sweetly come the holy psalms
From saints and martyrs down,
The Courtin'
© James Russell Lowell
God makes sech nights, all white an' still
Fur 'z you can look or listen,
Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,
All silence an' all glisten.
Sonnet VII: On His Being Arriv'd To The Age Of 23
© John Milton
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
Lament for the Poets: 1916
© Francis Ledwidge
I heard the Poor Old Woman say:
"At break of day the fowler came,
And took my blackbirds from their songs
Who loved me well thro' shame and blame
Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act III.
© George Gordon Byron
HERMAN
It wants but one till sunset,
And promises a lovely twilight.
The Exchange
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reason why,
But, O, I trembled like an aspen!
The Glance
© Francis Beaumont
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure
From the next glance a double calenture
Human Applause
© Friedrich Hölderlin
Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty,
since I fell in love? Why did you like me more
when I was prouder and wilder, more full
of words, yet emptier?
Sister, Awake! Close Not Your Eyes
© Thomas Bateson
Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
The day her light discloses;
