All Poems
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On The Dunes
© Sara Teasdale
IF there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
Requiem
© Anna Akhmatova
Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
[1961]
At Juliet's Tomb.
© Robert Crawford
This fair woman who is dead
(Sung so sweet of long ago)
Lies not in a mortal bed
Song has made her couch to grow
To The Life Eternal
© George MacDonald
Thou art my thought, my heart, my being's fortune,
The search for thee my growth's first conscious date;
For nought, for everything, I thee importune;
Thou art my all, my origin and fate!
Piedra de sol
© Octavio Paz
a la salida de mi frente busco,
busco sin encontrar, busco un instante,
un rostro de relámpago y tormenta
corriendo entre los árboles nocturnos,
rostro de lluvia en un jardín a obscuras,
agua tenaz que fluye a mi costado,
The Wedding Day
© Alaric Alexander Watts
The last! the last! the last!
Oh, by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirred! ~ CAROLINE SOUTHEY.
HOW many of the body's health complain,
© Jones Very
HOW many of the body's health complain,
When they some deeper malady conceal;
The Fan : A Poem. Book III.
© John Gay
Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
At the age of 37
She knew she'd found forever,
As she rolled along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair.
The Black Knight
© Johann Ludwig Uhland
'T was Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,
When woods and fields put off all sadness.
Thus began the King and spake:
"So from the halls
Of ancient hofburg's walls,
A luxuriant Spring shall break."
Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire
© Amelia Opie
Stranger, that massy, mouldering pile,
Whose ivied ruins load the ground,
Reechoed once to pious strains
By holy sisters breathed around.
On A Proposed Trip South
© William Carlos Williams
They tell me on the morrow I must leave
This winter eyrie for a southern flight
And truth to tell I tremble with delight
At thought of such unheralded reprieve.
The Song of Elf
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Blue-eyed was Elf the minstrel,
With womanish hair and ring,
Yet heavy was his hand on sword,
Though light upon the string.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part III.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stood
Square shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
© James McIntyre
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze -
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
The Song of the Tempest
© Sir Walter Scott
Stern eagle of the far north-west,
Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderbolt,
"He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems"
© Lesbia Harford
He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems
Like a fairy tale,
Like a tale of dreams.
"He in his slender youth, with vines, with sun,
To a Man who Wished to Die
© Leon Gellert
And now that you are dead, - If I should die
Upon this ground,
And open my new eye,
Id leave my body dead,
Just like a garment shed
Without a sound;
