All Poems
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Roll On Time, Roll On
© Julia A Moore
Roll on time, roll on, as it always has done,
Since the time this world first begun;
It can never change my love that I gave a dear man,
Faithful friend, I gave my heart and hand.
Opusculum
© John Henry Newman
Fair Cousin, thy page
is small to encage
the thoughts which engage
the mind of a sage,
such as I am;
The Mysterious Visitor
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THERE was a sound of hurrying feet,
A tramp on echoing stairs,
There was a rush along the aisles,--
It was the hour of prayers.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05
© Conrad Aiken
When I was a boy, and saw bright rows of icicles
In many lengths along a wall
Walking Around (Original Spanish)
© Pablo Neruda
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
Book Of Timur - To Suleika
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
FITTING perfumes to prepare,
And to raise thy rapture high,
Dining-Room Tea
© Rupert Brooke
When you were there, and you, and you,
Happiness crowned the night; I too,
"How Did You Rest, Last Night?"
© James Whitcomb Riley
"How did you rest, last night?"--
I've heard my gran'pap say
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A little honey! Ay, a little sweet,
A little pleasure when the years were young,
A joyous measure trod by dancing feet,
A tale of folly told by a loved tongue.
St. Valentine's Day
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO-DAY, all day, I rode upon the down,
With hounds and horsemen, a brave company
The Travail Of Passion
© William Butler Yeats
WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
The Orator.
© Robert Crawford
He has a charm that sets each thought to music,
So rare an utterance, whoso hears him feels
Even a prosy theme has poesy
When a magician takes its study on.
The Riot
© Gamaliel Bradford
You may think my life is quiet.
I find it full of change,
An ever-varied diet,
As piquant as 'tis strange.
Venite Descendamus
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Let be at last; give over words and sighing,
Vainly were all things said:
Better at last to find a place for lying,
Only dead.
Kiss Me, Katie!
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
KATIE, Katie, little Katie!
Mouth of rose and eyes of blue,
(Eyes that look one frankly through!)
When I'm absent don't you miss me?
Phyllis
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Lo atrevido de un pincel,
Filis, dio a mi pluma alientos:
que tan gloriosa desgracia
más causa corrió que miedo.
After
© Muriel Stuart
WHEN, on an empty night in later years
Thou ponderest over sorrowful sweet things,
The Power Of Words Oinos.
© Edgar Allan Poe
You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be
demanded. Not even here is knowledge a thing of intuition.
For wisdom, ask of the angels freely, that it may be given!
Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
© William Wordsworth
PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay
Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape;
Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape,
Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day;
