All Poems
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The Noon Quatrains
© Charles Cotton
THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays
From such a sure and killing place,
Silence
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
'T is better to sit here beside the sea,
Here on the spray-kissed beach,
In silence, that between such friends as we
Is full of deepest speech.
The Maid of Gerringong
© Henry Kendall
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,
With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,
To Constantia
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The rose that drinks the fountain dew
In the pleasant air of noon,
Grows pale and blue with altered hue
Fairy Singing
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE was my love and the pulse of my heart;
Lovely she was as the flowers that start
Straight to the sun from the earth's tender breast,
Sweet as the wind blowing out of the west--
Elana, Elana, my strong one, my white one,
Soft be the wind blowing over your rest!
Send Her A Valentine
© Edgar Albert Guest
Send her a valentine to say
You love her in the same old way.
Die Haushaltung
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Zankst du schon wieder? sprach Hans Lau
Zu seiner lieben Ehefrau.
"Versoffner, unverschaemter Mann"----
Geduld, mein Kind, ich zieh mich an--
"Wo nun schon wieder hin?" Zu Weine.
Zank du alleine.
Any Mother
© Katharine Tynan
"What's the news? Now tell it me."
"Allenby again advances."
"No, it is not Allenby
But my boy, straight as a lance is.
A Song of Honour
© Ralph Hodgson
I climbed a hill as light fell short,
And rooks came home in scramble sort,
Play
© William Carlos Williams
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am,
by what devious means do you contrive
to remain idle? Teach me, O master.
Fame
© Edgar Albert Guest
FAME is a fickle jade at best,
And he who seeks to win her smile
Must trudge, disdaining play or rest,
O'er many a long and weary mile.
Marcus Varro
© Eugene Field
Marcus Varro went up and down
The places where old books were sold;
He ransacked all the shops in town
For pictures new and pictures old.
On The Receipt Of My Mother's Picture Out Of Norfolk
© William Cowper
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thinethy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me
Contradictions
© Rudyard Kipling
The drowsy carrier sways
To the drowsy horses' tramp.
His axles winnow the sprays
Of the hedge where the rabbit plays
In the light of his single lamp.
The Tombstone Told When She Died
© Dylan Thomas
The tombstone told when she died.
Her two surnames stopped me still.
Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances
© Walt Whitman
OF the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all-that we may be deluded,
