All Poems
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In Eclipse
© Edith Nesbit
PALE veil of mist bound round the trees
Pale fringe of rain upon the hills,
There Is A Green Hill
© Cecil Frances Alexander
THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
All For Herself; Shakey
© Eli Siegel
Darkly, between two worlds,
Darkly, impeded;
What it might joy at
Not seen as needed.
Sonnet XXV. The Seceders 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YET what were love, and what were toil and thought,
And what were life, bereft of Poesy?
Who lingers in a garden where the bee
By no rich beds of fragrant flowers is caught
Nothing But The Blood
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
The Origin Of The Peloponnesian War
© Aristophanes
Be not surprised, most excellent spectators,
If I that am a beggar have presumed
To claim an audience upon public matters,
Even in a comedy; for comedy
Is conversant in all the rules of justice,
And can distinguish betwixt right and wrong.
A Dubious "Old Kriss"
© James Whitcomb Riley
Us-folks is purty _pore_--but Ma
She's waitin'--two years more--tel Pa
He serve his term out. Our Pa he--
_He's in the Penitenchurrie_!
The Unattainable
© Madison Julius Cawein
Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell.
Man holds her in his heart as night doth hold
The moonlight memories of day's dead gold;
Or as a winter-withered asphodel
In its dead loveliness holds scents of old.
And looking on her, lo, he thinks 'tis well.
Sonnet XLI. To Tranquility
© Charlotte Turner Smith
IN this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit,
How seldom art thou found--Tranquillity!
Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast eye
By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit
The Eagle And The Dove
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IN search of prey once raised his pinions
An eaglet;
Moon Over The Sea
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line,
And with transparent gold: the waters shine;
On board of their pointed boat, this evening
The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine.
Upon The Punishment Of Death
© William Wordsworth
YE brood of conscience--Spectres! that frequent
The bad Man's restless walk, and haunt his bed--
A thought went up my mind to-day
© Emily Dickinson
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Touches
© Madison Julius Cawein
In heavens of rivered blue, that sunset dyes
With glaucous flame, deep in the west the Day
Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
