All Poems

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Farewell to Love

© John Donne

Whilst yet to prove,

I thought there was some deity in love

The True Beauty

© Thomas Carew

He that loves a rosy cheek
Or coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires ;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

Three Steps

© Katharine Lee Bates

THREE steps there are our human life must climb.

The first is Force.

Ah Me!

© William Schwenck Gilbert

When maiden loves, she sits and sighs,

She wanders to and fro;

Autumn Day

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.

And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto
her, Weep not. And He came and touched the bier; and they that
bare him stood still. And He said, Young man, I say unto thee,
Arise.-St. Luke vii. 13, 14.

Philosophy

© Dorothy Parker

If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don't, and what if I do?

Night

© William Wilfred Campbell

Home of the pure in heart and tranquil mind,

Temple of love's white silence, holy Night;

Dear Birds, Tell This To Mothers

© Eli Siegel

Fly, birds, over all grieving mothers.
Tell them, if they know more,
They will grieve less.
Tell them that the children they grieve for

The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926)

© Alice Guerin Crist

The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,
Theres a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,
And the birds are singing gaily I must crush my sorrow down
Why should a woman weep whose son doth wear a martyrs crown?

Weeping

© Alexander Pope

While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,
Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;
The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean first did rise:
And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun,
Which else we durst not gaze upon.

A Bird and flower upon the tree

A bird and flower upon the tree,
Sweet peony and oriole,
Each of them a perfect soul,
Song and sweetness manifest
The bird and flower we love the best
Side by side on the tall tree.

Another of the same, paraphrased for an Antheme

© Henry King

Out of the horrour of the lowest Deep,
Where cares & endlesse fears their station keep,
To thee (O Lord) I send my woful cry:
O heare the accents of my misery.