All Poems
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Minstrel's Book - Song And Structure
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LET the Greek his plastic clay
Mould in human fashion,
Bread And Jam
© Edgar Albert Guest
I wish I was a poet like the men that write in books
The poems that we have to learn on valleys, hills an' brooks;
I'd write of things that children like an' know an' understand,
An' when the kids recited them the folks would call them grand.
If I'd been born a Whittier, instead of what I am,
I'd write a poem now about a piece of bread an' jam.
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
© George Gordon Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
On the Lake (two monks)
© Bai Juyi
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain,
The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear.
Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow,
One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
The Spanish Chapel
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
I made a mountain-brook my guide
Thro' a wild Spanish glen,
And wandered, on its grassy side,
Far from the homes of men.
Roses, Birds And Some Men
© Edgar Albert Guest
The world is full of roses, blooming red for me I and you,
They smile a morning welcome and are wet with heavenly dew,
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Calcutta
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread and butter;
Till a great bit of muffin,
On which he was stuffing,
Choked that horrid old man of Calcutta.
For Those Who Are As Right As Any
© Stephen Vincent Benet
"Spirit, they charge you that the time is ill.
The great wall sinks in the slime!"
"I am a spirit, still.
I do not 'walk 'with the time"
On The Jungfrau, By Moonlight
© Richard Monckton Milnes
The maiden moon is resting
The maiden mount above,
They gaze upon each other,
With cold majestic love.
Autumn Winds
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh! Autumn winds, what means this plaintive wailing
Around the quiet homestead where we dwell?
The Moat
© Mathilde Blind
The very sunlight hushed within the close,
Sleeps indolently by the Yew's slow shade;
Still as a relic some old Master made
The jewelled peacock's rich enamel glows;
And on yon mossy wall that youthful rose
Blooms like a rose that never means to fade.
The March Into Viriginia
© Herman Melville
But some who this blithe mood present,
As on in lightsome files they fare,
Shall die experienced ere three days are spent -
Perish, enlightened by the vollied glare;
Or shame survive, and, like to adamant,
The throe of Second Manassas share.
Plain Sermons
© James Whitcomb Riley
I saw a man--and envied him beside--
Because of this world's goods he had great store;
But even as I envied him, he died,
And left me envious of him no more.
Sonnet: England in 1819
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Mogg Megone - Part I.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,
Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,
Swift And Sure The Swallow
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Swift and sure the swallow,
Slow and sure the snail:
Slow and sure may miss his way,
Swift and sure may fail.
Admonition
© William Wordsworth
WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye!
The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook
From The Conspirator
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SCENE.
[A garden; Arnold De Malpas and Catharine discovered walking slowly towards a summerhouse in the distance].
CATHARINE.
