All Poems
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Love-Tokens
© John Newton
Afflictions do not come alone,
A voice attends the rod;
By both he to his saints is known,
A Father and a God!
The Gatekeeper
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE sunlight falls on old Quebec,
A city framed of rose and gold,
Song. The Smile
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
LET others love the pearly tear,
The blushing cheek adorning;
And say, 'tis like the dew-drop clear,
That gems the rose of morning.
For a Tripod Erected by Damoteles to Bacchus
© Theocritus
The precentor Damoteles, Bacchus, exalts
Your tripod, and, sweetest of deities, you.
He was champion of men, if his boyhood had faults;
And he ever loved honour and seemliness too.
Vigil
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the hollow of pale night upon the moor
The silence blows a perfume: O but hark!
A sound is in the bosom of the dark,
Breathed like a secret from the glimmering shore;
The Word
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
In the days when the God eternal
Was declining face to the new world,
By the Word they stopped the suns inferno,
And destroyed the towns by the Word.
Requiem
© Edith Nesbit
NOW veiled in the inviolable past
Love lies asleep, who never more will wake;
Nor would you wake him, even for my sake
Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at last.
Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots
© William Wordsworth
SMILE of the Moon!--for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
Love and War
© Ovid
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:
I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.
D'Annunzio
© Ernest Hemingway
Half a million dead wops
And he got a kick out of it
The son of a bitch.
First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels
© Allen Ginsberg
Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
Fair Annie
© Andrew Lang
"It's narrow, narrow, make your bed,
And learn to lie your lane:
For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie,
A braw bride to bring hame.
Wi her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi you I neer got nane.
The Hurricane
© William Cullen Bryant
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!
The Death Of The Poor
© Charles Baudelaire
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:
the goal of life and the only hope we have,
like an elixir, rousing, intoxicating, giving
the strength to march on towards the grave:
An Empty Room
© Roderic Quinn
"THIS is the room where Pinksie died";
So runs the writing there on the wall.
The world outside is a golden tide
Of light, but here the shadows fall.
Koya San
© Robert Laurence Binyon
High on the mountain, shrouded in vast trees,
The stillness had the chastity of frost.
I trod the fallen pallors of the moon.
The path was paven stone: I was not lost,
But followed whither it should lead me soon
Into the mountains midmost secrecies.
Somebody Spoke A Cheering Word
© Edgar Albert Guest
SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word,
Somebody praised his labor,
Sonnet LXX: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Fr
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Is there a solitary wretch who hies
To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
The Panorama
© John Greenleaf Whittier
" A! fredome is a nobill thing!
Fredome mayse man to haif liking.
Fredome all solace to man giffis;
He levys at ese that frely levys!
Limerick: There was an Old Man who said, 'How
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man who said, 'How
Shall I flee from that horrible cow?
I will sit on this stile,
And continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that cow.'
