All Poems
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A Duet
© Thomas Sturge Moore
'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air,
Flowers posied, flowers for the hair,
Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare--'
'O pick me some!'
The Prayse Of The Needle
© John Taylor
To all dispersed sorts of arts and trades
I write the needles prayse (that never fades).
The Parting Word
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I must leave thee, lady sweet
Months shall waste before we meet;
Hymn XIII. Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
© John Austin
Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
Once more the light returns to thee:
The Broken Tryst
© James Russell Lowell
Walking alone where we walked together,
When June was breezy and blue,
I watch in the gray autumnal weather
The leaves fall inconstant as you.
Glad
© Edgar Albert Guest
Theres a battered old drum on the floor,
And a Teddy bear sleeps in my chair,
The Strength Of Fields
© James Dickey
What field-forms can be,
Outlying the small civic light-decisions over
A man walking near home?
Men are not where he is
Exactly now, but they are around him around him like the strength
The Turn Of The Road
© Roderic Quinn
WHERE confident, calm I strode,
I walk with hesitant feet;
For at yonder turn of the road
What shall I meet?
From The Song of Hiawatha
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Death of Minnehaha
ALL day long roved Hiawatha
A Song Of Harvest
© John Greenleaf Whittier
This day, two hundred years ago,
The wild grape by the river's side,
And tasteless groundnut trailing low,
The table of the woods supplied.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Spanish Jew's Tale; Kambalu
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into the city of Kambalu,
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan,
At the head of his dusty caravan,
Laden with treasure from realms afar,
Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar,
Rode the great captain Alau.
The Old Year
© Henry Kendall
IT PASSED like the breath of the night-wind away,
It fled like a mist at the dawn of the day;
It lasted its moment, then backward was hurled,
Another increase to the age of the world.
The Trees Of Life
© Jones Very
For those who worship Thee there is no death,
For all they do is but with Thee to dwell;
Remembered
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here in the dusk I see her face again
As then I knew it, ere she fell asleep;
Renunciation glorifying pain
Of her soul's inmost deep.
To The Memory Of Heber
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
If it be sad to speak of treasures gone,
Of sainted genius call'd too soon away,
Of light, from this world taken, while it shone
Yet kindling onward to the perfect day;
How shall our grief, if mournful these things be,
Flow forth, oh, Thou of many gifts! for thee?
The Late last Rook
© Ralph Hodgson
The old gilt vane and spire receive
The last beam eastward striking;
A Love Song From The North
© Sarojini Naidu
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
Dreams of delight that are gone,
When swift to my side came the feet of my lover
