All Poems
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The Wonderful Spring Of San Joaquin
© Francis Bret Harte
You see the point? Don't be too quick
To break bad habits: better stick,
Like the Mission folk, to your ARSENIC.
Joy in Heaven
© Henry Clay Work
Sister spirit, listen!
Methinks I hear a song,
Resounding strangely, sadly,
These peaceful plains along.
Leili
© Sarojini Naidu
THE serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.
O soft! the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are stirring like sweet maidens when they dream.
Written For My Son, Upon Lady Santry's Coming To School, To See Her Son, And Getting The Scholars A
© Mary Barber
So Ceres, lovely and divine,
Eager to see her Proserpine,
Blessing the Nations as she pass'd,
Reach'd the fell Tyrant's Court at last;
The Holy Midnight
© George MacDonald
Ah, holy midnight of the soul,
When stars alone are high;
When winds are resting at their goal,
And sea-waves only sigh!
The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas
© James Clerk Maxwell
"Men may weill wyt, thouch nane thaim tell,
How angry for sorow, and how fell,
Is to tyne sic a Lord as he
To thaim that war off hys mengye.
The Wind
© Amy Lowell
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
From The Sea
© Sara Teasdale
All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,
To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe
Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck,
"The shrines of old are broken down"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The shrines of old are broken down;
The faiths that knelt at them are dead.
Nothing's strange, and nought unknown:
All's been done and all been said.
Tired of knowledge, now we sigh
For a little mystery.
Hylas
© André Marie de Chénier
Mais Alcide inquiet, que presse un noir augure,
Va, vient, le cherche, crie auprès de l'onde pure:
'Hylas! Hylas!' Il crie et mille et mille fois.
Le jeune enfant de loin croit entendre sa voix;
Et du fond des roseaux, pour le tirer de peine,
Lui répond une voix non entendue et vaine.
The Curse Of Cromwell
© William Butler Yeats
YOU ask what - I have found, and far and wide I go:
Nothing but Cromwell's house and Cromwell's mur-
The Real Successes
© Edgar Albert Guest
You think that the failures are many,
You think the successes are few,
May
© Sara Teasdale
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Spring
© Thomas Nashe
SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing-
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Gliding Over All
© Walt Whitman
GLIDING o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul-not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.
To Colonel Charles (Dying General C.B.B.)
© George Meredith
An English heart, my commandant,
A soldier's eye you have, awake
To right and left; with looks askant
On bulwarks not of adamant,
Where white our Channel waters break.
Merry Christmas And Happy New Year!
© Ellis Parker Butler
Little cullud Rastus come a-skippin down de street,
A-smilin and a-grinnin at every one he meet;
Sonnet XII
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I STOOD in twilight by the winter's sea;
The spectral tides with hollow, hungry roar,
Broke massed and mighty on the shrinking shore.
The sea-birds wailed; the foam flew wild and free.
