All Poems
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Looking East
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LITTLE white clouds, why are you flying
Over the sky so blue and cold?
Fair faint hopes, why are you lying
Over my heart like a white cloud's fold?
Stars
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
And now Orion glimmers through the trees,
Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,
And now the stately-moving Pleiades,
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus it began with laughter. But anon
The ox--eyed queen, who had resumed by rote
The tale of her perfections one by one,
Turned by some ominous chance towards the spot
Fairyland
© Anne Glenny Wilson
Do you remember that careless band,
Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand,
One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,
Joyously seeking for fairyland?
The Influence Of Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHAT would be the use of singing songs
If there was no little woman near to hear them?
Sappho
© John Kenyon
Two graceful portals led to Sappho's bower;
Two fitly graceful portals. By the one,
Johnny Speaks
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE sand-man he's a jolly old fellow,
His face is kind and his voice is mellow,
The Song of the Shepherd Boy in the Valley of Humiliation
© John Bunyan
He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
A Maxim for Vikings
© Piet Hein
Here is a fact
that should help you fight a bit longer:
Things that dont actually kill you outright
make you stronger.
Goodbye In Fear, Goodbye In Sorrow,
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow,
Goodbye, and all in vain,
Prothalamion
© Horace Smith
Go, like St. Simon, on your lonely tower,
Wish to make all men good, but want the power.
Freedom you'll have, but still will lack the thrall,--
The bond of sympathy, which binds us all.
Children and wives are hostages to fame,
But aids and helps in every useful aim.
For Sale
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
Im really not kidding,
Accountability
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.
Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys.
Inscriptions on a Sun-Dial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
For Dr Henry L Bowditch
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A glorious triumph. On that day of days
When, standing on the summit's utmost edge
Of my first mountain--top, I viewed the maze
Which I had travelled upwards, ledge on ledge,
To Henry The Fifth
© Mary Hannay Foott
My youth was passing, Sire, whilst you among
The cradle-wrappings slept; my morning-song
Songs Of Gloom
© Edgar Albert Guest
IF the song I have to sing
Is a dreary, gloomy thing,
I would rather silent be;
If I cannot sing of cheer,
I will never let you hear
Any song of dole from me.
On William Sommers Of Bremhill
© William Lisle Bowles
When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs,
O aged man! Thy sand is almost run,
