All Poems
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Lake Louise
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I THINK that when the Master Jeweler tells
His beads of beauty over, seeking there
One gem to name as most supremely fair,
To you He turns, O lake of hidden wells!
To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Manchester, And Lady Diana Spencer
© Mary Barber
Madam, I hear, and hear with Sorrow,
That we're to lose Your Grace To--morrow;
Nor you alone, but Lady Di.
Where, thus deserted, shall I fly?
De Inconstantia Foeminei Amoris
© Richard Lovelace
Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere velle,
Quam mihi: non, si Jupiter ipse petat;
Dicit; sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,
In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.
Second Sunday After Christmas
© John Keble
And wilt thou hear the fevered heart
To Thee in silence cry?
There is a Candle in your Heart
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be
stitched.
O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning
Fort Wagner
© William Gilmore Simms
I.Glory unto the gallant boys who stood
At Wagner, and, unflinching, sought the van;
A Question
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I.
SOUL, spirit, genius--which thou art--that whence
I know not, rose upon this mortal frame
Like the sun o'er the mountains, all aflame,
Haunted
© Edith Nesbit
THE house is haunted; when the little feet
Go pattering about it in their play,
I tremble lest the little one should meet
The ghosts that haunt the happy night and day.
Beauergards Appeal
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YEA! since the need is bitter,
Take down those sacred bells,
Whose music speaks of hallowed joys,
And passionate farewells!
An Autumn Treasure-Trove
© Eugene Field
'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame
Hangs on the maple bough;
And June is the faded flower of a name;
The thin hedge hides not a singer now.
Yet rich am I; for my treasures be
The gold afloat in my willow-tree.
Mother Earth
© Henry Van Dyke
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,
Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,
The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof
© Paul Verlaine
The sky-blue smiles above the roof
Its tenderest;
A green tree rears above the roof
Its waving crest.
Christmas Carol
© Sara Teasdale
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
The Toil of the Trail
© Hamlin Garland
What have I gained by the toil of the trail?
I know and know well.
I have found once again the lore I had lost
In the loud city's hell.
Ode On The Death Of A Lady, Who Lived One Hundred Years, And Died On Her Birthday, 1728 (Translation
© William Cowper
Ancient dame, how wide and vast
To a race like ours appears,
Rounded to an orb at last,
All thy multitude of years!
Weekend At Mt. Dandenong
© Lesbia Harford
Frolic mountain winds
Innocent and shy,
Kiss my darling's cheek
As they scurry by.
