All Poems
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The Four Ages. A Brief Fragment Of An Extensive Projected Poem
© William Cowper
"I could be well content, allowed the use
Of past experience, and the wisdom gleaned
From worn-out follies, now acknowledged such,
To recommence life's trial, in the hope
Garfield
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"E venni dal martirio a questa pace."
These words the poet heard in Paradise,
Sonnet To Chatterton
© John Keats
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
Dear child of sorrow -- son of misery!
How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
Whence Genius mildly falsh'd, and high debate.
Fish And Shadow
© Ezra Pound
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,
The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream
Like a little wafer of light.
Nature in Perfection
© Richard Savage
No Glympse of Joy your Pleasures then convey'd,
Nor Midnight Ball, nor Morning Masquerade.
In vain to crouded Drawing Rooms you run:
The Court a Desart seems without your Son.
Love's Growth
© John Donne
I scarce believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass ;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.
The Agnostic
© Mathilde Blind
But when resurgent from the womb of night
Spring's Oriflamme of flowers waves from the Sod;
When peak on flashing Alpine peak is trod
By sunbeams on their missionary flight;
When heaven-kissed Earth laughs, garmented in light;--
That is the hour in which I miss my God.
Three Portraits Of Boys
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
STURDY little form, of true
Saxon pattern, through and through;
Face as purely Saxon, too,
With a smile demure and sly,
Prophecy of a Ten Ton Cheese
© James McIntyre
Machine it could be made with ease
That could turn this monster cheese,
The greatest honour to our land
Would be this orb of finest brand,
Three hundred curd they would need squeeze
For to make this mammoth cheese.
Rubaiyat 34
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Your eyes enrapture, and colors pour,
Alas, your loves arrows score.
Too soon you gave up on the lovers,
Alas, your heart has rocks in store.
The Study and Beauties of the Works of Nature
© James Thomson
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!
Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!
The First Part: Sonnet 13 - O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks' pure skies
© William Henry Drummond
O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks' pure skies
With crimson wings which spread thee like the morn;
Wishing -- Or Fate And I
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,
Art invincible and great.
Well, I own thy prowess; still
Dare I flount thee, with my will.
The Doctor
© Edgar Albert Guest
I don't see why Pa likes him so,
And seems so glad to have him come;
Forgiveness
© Alfred Austin
Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead
And with fresh days let all begin anew.
Idyll XXVI. The Bacchanals
© Theocritus
Agave of the vermeil-tinted cheek
And Ino and Autonoae marshalled erst
Three bands of revellers under one hill-peak.
They plucked the wild-oak's matted foliage first,
Lush ivy then, and creeping asphodel;
And reared therewith twelve shrines amid the untrodden fell:
LA SCERTA (The Choice)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Sta accusì. La padrona cor padrone,
Volenno marità la padroncina
Je portonno davanti una matina,
Pe sceje, du' bravissime perzone.
Book Thirteenth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded]
© William Wordsworth
FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
The Ring And The Book - Chapter II - Half-Rome
© Robert Browning
All five soon somehow found themselves at Rome,
At the villa door: there was the warmth and light
The sense of life so just an inch inside
Some angel must have whispered One more chance!
