All Poems
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Anashuya And Vijaya
© William Butler Yeats
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden;
around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, kneeling
Lovely One
© Pablo Neruda
Lovely one,
Just as on the cool stone
Of the spring, the water
Opens a wide flash of foam,
So is the smile of your face,
Lovely one.
What Is Success?
© Edgar Albert Guest
Success is being friendly when another needs a friend;
It's in the cheery words you speak, and in the coins you lend;
Success is not alone in skill and deeds of daring great;
It's in the roses that you plant beside your garden gate.
Winter Hue's Recalled
© Archibald Lampman
Life is not all for effort: there are hours,
When fancy breaks from the exacting will,
On Monsieur's Departure
© Queen Elizabeth I
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
Palmyra (1st Edition)
© Thomas Love Peacock
--anankta ton pantôn huperbal-
lonta chronon makarôn.
Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33
A Riddle
© Jonathan Swift
I'm wealthy and poor,
I'm empty and full,
I'm humble and proud,
I'm witty and dull.
Abandoned
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hornets build in plaster-dropping rooms,
And on its mossy porch the lizard lies;
Sonnet VI
© George Gascoigne
For why the gains doth seldom quit the charge:
And so say I by proof too dearly bought,
Time Does Not Bring Relief
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
Over And Undone
© Edith Nesbit
IF one might hope that when we say farewell
To life, we two might but be one at last!
An Ode For The Fourth Of July
© James Russell Lowell
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloud
That loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,
To The Town Clock
© Joseph Howe
Thou grave old Time Piece, many a time and oft
I've been your debtor for the time of day;
And every time I cast my eyes aloft,
And swell the debt-I think 'tis time to pay.
Song. To -- [Harriet]
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command,
When accents of horror it breathes in our ear,
Or compels us for aye bid adieu to the land,
Where exists that loved friend to our bosom so dear,
Liberty
© James Whitcomb Riley
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
For a hundred years the grand old clime
Columbia has been free;
For a hundred years our country's love,
The Stars and Stripes, has waved above.
What a Book! : to Calvus the Poet
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
If I didnt love you more than my eyes,
most delightful Calvus, Id dislike you
Rus' You Are But A Kiss In The Frost
© Velimir Khlebnikov
Rus', you are but a kiss in the frost!
The midnight roads are blueing.
Under the Figtree
© Henry Kendall
Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come,
With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar to our home.
