All Poems

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Come down, O Maid

© Alfred Tennyson

COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:

What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang),

Forerunners

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

LONG I followed happy guides,

I could never reach their sides;

Sir Guy the Crusader

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Sir GUY was a doughty crusader,
A muscular knight,
Ever ready to fight,
A very determined invader,
And DICKEY DE LION'S delight.

Night

© Jones Very

I thank thee, Father, that the night is near

When I this conscious being may resign;

On A Dream

© John Keats

As Hermes once took to his feathers light

When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,

"Along the Hard Crust..."

© Anna Akhmatova

Along the hard crust of deep snows,
To the secret, white house of yours,
So gentle and quiet we both
Are walking, in silence half-lost.

A Game of Lawn Tennis

© Amy Levy

What wonder that I should be dreaming
Out here in the garden to-day?
The light through the leaves is streaming,-
Paulina cries, "Play!"

In this world of ours,

© Matsuo Basho

In this world of ours,
We eat only to cast out,
Sleep only to wake,
And what comes after all that
Is simply to die at last.

A Pilgrim

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

ACROSS the trodden continent of years

To shrines of long ago,

Cousin Rufus' Story

© James Whitcomb Riley

My little story, Cousin Rufus said,

Is not so much a story as a fact.

Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles
Dimple round its hundred isles,
And the mountain's granite ledge
Cleaves the water like a wedge,
Ringed about with smooth, gray stones,
Rest the giant's mighty bones.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter IV - Tertium Quid

© Robert Browning

Is so far clear? You know Violante now,
Compute her capability of crime
By this authentic instance? Black hard cold
Crime like a stone you kick up with your foot
I the middle of a field?

The Sword Of Pain

© George Essex Evans

The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,

The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,

Colin's Mistakes. Written In Imitation Of Spenser's Style

© Matthew Prior

Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred,

(Ye Nymphs, for every guard that sacred stream)

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men

I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.

After The German Subjugation Of France, 1871

LO the twelfth yearthe wedding-feast come round

With years for monthsand lo the babe new-born;

Metaphysics

A man morose and dull and sad--
Go ask him why he feels so bad.
Behold! He answers it is drink
That put his nerves upon the blink.

The Bean Vield

'Twer where the zun did warm the lewth,

An' win' did whiver in the sheäde,

New Country

Conde had come with us all the way -
Eight hundred miles - but the fortnight's rest
Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay!
And Lurline was looking her very best.

The Sailor-Boy

© John Clare

Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside
To go aboard a ship through love, and plough the ocean wide.
I crossed my native fields, where the scarlet poppies grew,
And the groundlark left his nest like a neighbour which I knew.