All Poems
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The Frightened Ploughman
© John Clare
I went in the fields with the leisure I got,
The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower,
And the book in my pocket was read in an hour.
I Have a Terrible Cold
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.
The Unknown Country
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WHERE is the unknown country?"
I whispered sad and slow,--
"The strange and awful country
To which I soon must go, must go,
To which I soon must go?"
Das Schaeferleben
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wird dir es schwer, die Stadt zu lassen,
Wo nichts als falsche Maegdchen sind?
Bedenke, Phyllis will mich hassen,
Das flatterhafte boese Kind.
To Nature
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
An Extraordinary Adventure Which Happened To Me, Vladimir Mayakovsky, One Summer In The Country
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
A hundred suns the sunset fired,
into July summer shunted,
it was so hot,
even heat perspired-
Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works
© John Keats
1.
Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest!
Spirit here that burneth!
Lead, Kindly Light
© John Henry Newman
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,--
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,--one step enough for me.
Two Songs Of Advent
© Yvor Winters
Coyote, on delicate mocking feet,
Hovers down the canyon, among the mountains,
His voice running wild in the wind's valleys.
HMS Pinafore: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Same Scene. Night. Awning removed. Moonlight. Captain
discovered singing on poop deck, and accompanying himself on
a mandolin. Little Buttercup seated on quarterdeck, gazing
sentimentally at him.
To the Reverend George Coleridge, of Ottery St. Mary, Devon
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A blessed lot hath he, who having past
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,
With cares that move, not agitate the heart,
Men Honoured Above Angels
© John Newton
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.
Soliloquy Of A Turkey
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Wen you hyeah de da'kies singin', an' de quahtahs all is gay,
'T ain't de time fu' birds lak me to be 'erroun';
Wen de hick'ry chip is flyin', an' de log 's been ca'ied erway,
Den hit's dang'ous to be roostin' nigh he groun'.
The Snail
© Richard Lovelace
Wise emblem of our politic world,
Sage snail, within thine own self curl'd;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast.
A precious Mouldering
© Emily Dickinson
A precious mouldering pleasure 'tis
To meet an Antique Book
In just the Dress his Century wore
A privilege I think
Nacogdoches Speaks
© Karle Wilson Baker
I was The Gateway. Here they came, and passed,
The homespun centaurs with their arms of steel
The Intelligent Hen
© Carolyn Wells
'Twas long ago,--a year or so,--
In a barnyard by the sea,
That an old hen lived whom you may know
By the name of Fiddle-de-dee.
She scratched around in the sand all day,
For a lively old hen was she.
No Bobolinkreverse His Singing
© Emily Dickinson
No Bobolinkreverse His Singing
When the only Tree
Ever He minded occupying
By the Farmer be
