All Poems
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Sonnet Of Motherhood VIII
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Make me the melody of meeting palms,
The roundelay of little running feet.
The Wild Duck
© John Masefield
A cry of the long pain
In the reeds of a steel lagoon,
In a land that no man knows.
Song Of The Rose
© Edith Nesbit
THE lilac-time is over,
Laburnum's day is past,
The red may-blossoms cover
The white ones, fallen too fast.
And guelder-roses hang like snow,
Where purple flag-flowers grow.
Vain Resolves
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
I said: "There is an end of my desire:
Now have I sown, and I have harvested,
Storm-Music
© Henry Van Dyke
Now an interval of quiet
For a moment holds the air
In the breathless hush
Of a silent prayer.
The Brook That Ran By Gramfers
© William Barnes
When snow-white clouds wer thin an' vew
Avore the zummer sky o' blue,
Pharsalia - Book VIII: Death Of Pompeius
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Hard the task imposed;
Yet doffed his robe, and swift obeyed, the king
Wrapped in a servant's mantle. If a Prince
For safety play the boor, then happier, sure,
The peasant's lot than lordship of the world.
Poetry
© Ernest Hemingway
So now,
Losing the three last night,
Takeing them back today,
Dripping and dark the woods . . .
The Captive
© John Blight
This toil-free moment moves me to dissent
there are no hours of freedom, since the mind
Sonnet XCV: The Vase of Life
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Around the vase of Life at your slow pace
He has not crept, but turned it with his hands,
Kismet
© Virna Sheard
Love came to her unsought,
Love served her many ways,
And patiently Love followed her
Throughout the nights and days.
The Test
© Katharine Tynan
Love has moods: and I am cold,
Very cold ofttimes to Thee;
Fain to slip from Thy dear hold
To my follies and be free.
The Fountain
© William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affectionate and true,
A pair of friends, though I was young,
And Matthew seventy-two.
Life And Death.
© Robert Crawford
We come like bats that out of a dark cave
Have suddenly been scared into the day,
Blear-eyed and vexed as here and there they flap,
Unnatural denizens of such a world.
O Night Of Nights! O Night
© Jean Ingelow
"Let us now go even unto Bethlehem."
O Night of nights! O night
Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rest, injured shade! the poor man's grateful prayer
On heaven-ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear.
As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass,
And oft sit down upon its recent grass,
With introverted eye I contemplate
Similitude of soul, perhaps of -- fate!
February Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O Weariness, that writest histories
On all these human faces, and O Sighs
That somewhere silence hears! You have no part,
It seems, in the old earth's deep--flowering heart;
Your way of solace is a different way.
