All Poems
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Olney Hymn 41: Mourning And Longing
© William Cowper
The Saviour hides His face;
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-fading love.
El Mendigo
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Soy el mendigo cósmico y mi inopia es la suma
de todos los voraces ayunos pordioseros;
mi alma y mi carne trémulas imploran a la espuma
del mar y al simulacro azul de los luceros.
The Wreath
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
[EASTER, ] Here on my path by some hard fate struck down,
When life at last held out full hands to me.
To Epicharmus
© Theocritus
Read these lines to Epicharmus. They are Dorian, as was he
The sire of Comedy.
Of his proper self bereaved, Bacchus, unto thee we rear
His brazen image here;
SONG OF THE CLOUDS (from The Clouds)
© Aristophanes
CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever,
Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair,
"I bought a red hat"
© Lesbia Harford
I bought a red hat
To please my lover.
He will hardly see it
When he looks me over,
Becoming A Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old women say that men don't know
The pain through which all mothers go,
I Must Go Down To The Sea Again
© Spike Milligan
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age
© Alice Meynell
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses,
O time-worn woman, think of her who blesses
What thy thin fingers touch, with her caresses.
To The Obelisk
© Mathilde Blind
Now reared beside out Thames so wintry grey,
Where blocks of ice drift with the drifting stream,
Thou risest o'er the alien prospect! Say,
Yon dull, blear, rayless orb whose lurid gleam
Tinges the snow-draped ships and writhing steam,
Is this the sun which fired thine orient day?
To The Roaring Wind
© Wallace Stevens
What syllable are you seeking,
Vocalissimus,
In the distances of sleep?
Speak it.
Hymn For The House Of Worship At Georgetown, Erected In Memory Of A Mother
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Thou dwellest not, O Lord of all
In temples which thy children raise;
Our work to thine is mean and small,
And brief to thy eternal days.
The Saints Ascend To Heaven
© Michael Wigglesworth
The Saints behold with courage bold, and thankful wonderment.
To see all those that were their foes thus sent to punishment:
Then do they sing unto their King a Song of endless Praise:
They praise his Name, and do proclaim that just are all his ways.
Sonnet 88: "When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,..."
© William Shakespeare
When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Weary Of The World, And With Heaven Most Dear
© Thomas Kingo
Farewell, world, farewell
As thrall here Im weary and no more will dwell,
Out Of The Window
© Aldous Huxley
In the middle of countries, far from hills and sea,
Are the little places one passes by in trains
Camp Followers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
