All Poems
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Napoleon's Farewell (From The French)
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my Glory
Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name--
She abandons me now--but the page of her story,
Nessmuk
© James Whitcomb Riley
I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone
Yet simple grace that marks thy poetry!
At The Top Of My Voice - First Prelude
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
My most respected
comrades of posterity!
Dawn
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O KEEP the world forever at the dawn,
Ere yet the opals, cobweb-strung, have dried,
Conversation with Jeanne
© Czeslaw Milosz
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
It was no better and no worse than the usual human tragedies.
The Barren Moors
© William Ellery Channing
ON your bare rocks, O barren moors,
On your bare rocks I love to lie!
They stand like crags upon the shores,
Or clouds upon a placid sky.
Lucasta Weeping
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Lucasta wept, and still the bright
Inamour'd god of day,
With his soft handkercher of light,
Kist the wet pearles away.
Winter Stars
© Larry Levis
Sometimes, I go out into this yard at night,
And stare through the wet branches of an oak
In winter, & realize I am looking at the stars
Again. A thin haze of them, shining
And persisting.
The Minstrel
© Arthur Henry Adams
An Incident in One Act.
PERSONS. THE KING, THE QUEEN, EARL ATHULF, THE MINSTREL.
Heralds, Pages, Men-at-Arms, Sentries. TIME: THE PAST.
SCENE:
Heartsease In My Garden Bed
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Heartsease in my garden bed,
With sweetwilliam white and red,
Reflection
© Edgar Albert Guest
You have given me riches and ease,
You have given me joys through the years,
Were I Man Grown
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Were I man grown, I'd stand
With clean heart, soul, and hand,
An honor to this land.
Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget
At length, my lord, Pieria?put away
To be aliveis Power
© Emily Dickinson
To be aliveis Power
Existencein itself
Without a further function
OmnipotenceEnough
A Sore Point
© Jessie Pope
It was clear that poor Richard was out of the running,
His mortification he could not disguise.
She flirted with Edward, the company shunning,
Soul leaping to soul through their eloquent eyes.
Devotion of years had he lavished in vain,
But the luck took a turn when Ted trod on her train.
The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ter. But that entrance, Selma?
Sel. Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!
Ter. No one.
Sel. My husband's father told it me,
An Ode : While From Our Looks, Fair Nymph, You Guess
© Matthew Prior
While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess
The secret passions of our mind;
My heavy eyes, you say, confess
A heart to love and grief inclined.
