All Poems
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Las Desterradas
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Ya la provincia toda
reconcentra a sus sanas hijas de las caducas
avenidas, y Rut y Rebeca proclaman
la novedad campestre de sus nucas.
Corinna
© Jonathan Swift
This day (the year I dare not tell)
Apollo play'd the midwife's part;
Into the world Corinna fell,
And he endued her with his art.
Paddy Malone in Australia
© Anonymous
Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary.
Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so bothered, Ohone!
Evening
© John Keble
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
You mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
Definition of Creative Art
© Boris Pasternak
With shirt wide open at the collar,
Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands;
Our conscience, dreams, the night and love,
Are as chessmen covered by its hands.
Halcyon Days
© Thomas Shadwell
Halcyon days, now wars are ending.
You shall find where-e'er you sail
Tritons all the while attending
With a kind and gentle gale.
Gibraltar
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm
Upon the huge Atlantic, and once more
God! God! God!
© Paramahansa Yogananda
From the depths of slumber,
As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,
I will whisper:
God! God! God!
Orchard Song
© Sappho
Cool murmur of water through apple-wood
Troughs without number
The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves
Lend their music to slumber.
Ballad Of The Traitors Soul
© Edgar Lee Masters
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor
That whined in a coign of the dark;
And the fiends were aroused from slumber,
When Cerberus began to bark.
Despair
© Frances Anne Kemble
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight,
E'en as from hideous visions of the night,
To My Sister,
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."
Dear Sister! while the wise and sage
The Armenian Dancer
© Arthur Symons
O Secret and sharp sting
That ends and makes delight,
Come, my limbs call thee, smite
To music every string
Of my limbs quivering.
Oh That A Wind
© George MacDonald
Oh that a wind would call
From the depths of the leafless wood!
Oh that a voice would fall
On the ear of my solitude!
He comes
© Yehudah HaLevi
He comes, O bliss!
Fly swiftly, you winds,
You odorous breezes,
And tell him how long
I've waited for this!
Roses And Pearls
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
YOUR spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.
Imitated From Catullus: To Ellen
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire:
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
© Emily Dickinson
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
Some shall summon Me
Mine belong Your latest Sighing
Mineto Belt Your Eye
