All Poems

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Chicago Castanets

© George Ade

Through all the moving thoroughfares

And in the contending marts of trade;

The Viking's Song

© Sir Henry Newbolt

When I thy lover first
Shook out my canvas free
And like a pirate burst
Into that dreaming sea,
The land knew no such thirst
As then tormented me.

The Statues

© William Butler Yeats

Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?

His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move

Therefore he thought of one who might
For ever in his presence stay;
Whose dream should be of him by night,
Whose smile should be for him by day;
And the sweet vision, vague and far,
Rose on his fancy like a star.

On Hearing Of The Intention Of A Gentleman To Purchase The Poet's Freedom

© George Moses Horton

When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,
I then implored a mild auspicious gale;
And from the slippery strand I took my flight,
And sought the peaceful haven of delight.

Tenzone

© Ezra Pound

Will people accept them?
(i.e. these songs).
As a timorous wench from a centaur
(or a centurion),
Already they flee, howling in terror.

The Better Thing

© Edgar Albert Guest

It is better to die for the flag,

For its red and its white and its blue,

Clifton Chapel

© Sir Henry Newbolt

This is the Chapel: here, my son,

Your father thought the thoughts of youth,

Unto my Booksso good to turn

© Emily Dickinson

Unto my Booksso good to turn
Far ends of tired Days
It half endears the Abstinence
And Painis missedin Praise

Sonnett - II

© James Russell Lowell

What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee,

If thine eyes shut me out whereby I live.

White CanoeA Legend Of Niagara Falls

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

A CANTATA.
MINAHITA, Indian Maiden.
OREIKA, Her Friend.
TOLONGA, Minahitas Father.
DOLBREKA, Indian Chief.

Obedience

© George Herbert

My God, if writings may
Convey a Lordship any way
Whither the buyer and the seller please;
Let it not thee displease,
If this poore paper do as much as they.

Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford

© John Keats

I.
The Gothic looks solemn,
The plain Doric column
Supports an old Bishop and Crosier;

Sonnet 15: "When I consider everything that grows..."

When I consider everything that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

Channel Crossing

© Sylvia Plath

On storm-struck deck, wind sirens caterwaul;
With each tilt, shock and shudder, our blunt ship
Cleaves forward into fury; dark as anger,
Waves wallop, assaulting the stubborn hull.
Flayed by spray, we take the challenge up,
Grip the rail, squint ahead, and wonder how much longer

The Tower

© Conrad Aiken

One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.