All Poems
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Pigeons
© Padraic Colum
II
Pigeons that have flown down from the courts behind the orchards! Pigeons that run along the beach to take sand into your crops! What contrast is between you, birds of a rare stock, and the waves that know only the buccaneer sea-gulls and the sand-marten emigrants! And what contrast is between your momentary wildness here and your graces in the courtyards beyond the orchards!
I am only the house of your beloved
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
"I am only the house of your beloved,
not the beloved herself:
Rhyme For A Phonetician
© Frances Darwin Cornford
Brave English language, you are strong as trees,
Yet intricate and stately. Thus one sees
" by William Shakespeare">Sonnet 121: "'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,..."
© William Shakespeare
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
It is the Muses
© Sappho
It is the Muses
who have caused me
to be honored: they
taught me their craft
A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss
© Richard Lovelace
Thou most unjust, that really dust know,
And feelst thyselfe the flames I burne in. Oh!
How can you beg to be set loose from that
Consuming stake you binde another at?
To Poesy
© Charles Harpur
Ah, misery! what were then my lot
Amongst a race of unbelievers
Sordid men who all declare
That earthly gain alone is fair,
And they who pore on bardic lore
Deceived deceivers.
Young Philomela's Powrfull Dart
© Thomas Parnell
Young Philomela's powrfull dart
Two gentle shepheard's hitt
A Dreamer Of Dreams
© Madison Julius Cawein
He lived beyond men, and so stood
Admitted to the brotherhood
Teaching From The Stars
© Jane Taylor
Stars, that on your wondrous way
Travel through the evening sky,
Is there nothing you can say
To such a little child as I?
Tell me, for I long to know,
Who has made you sparkle so?
To Lord Tennyson
© William Watson
(WITH A VOLUME OF VERSE)
Master and mage, our prince of song, whom Time,
The Nightingale Has A Lyre Of Gold
© William Ernest Henley
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion-call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
Bayswater.W.
© Arthur Henry Adams
About me leagues of houses lie,
Above me, grim and straight and high,
They climb; the terraces lean up
Like long grey reefs against the sky.
Veils
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,
Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,
But, like a rose touched by untimely frost,
Showing the blighting marks of sorrow's track.
Hudibras - The Lady's Answer to The Knight
© Samuel Butler
We are your guardians, that increase
Or waste your fortunes how we please;
And, as you humour us, can deal
In all your matters, ill or well.
Lines Written In Windsor Park
© Charles Churchill
These verses appeared with Churchill's name to them in the London
Magazine for , and there is no reason to doubt their being
genuine.
