All Poems
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The Three Kings of Chickeraboo
© William Schwenck Gilbert
There were three niggers of Chickeraboo -
PACIFICO, BANG-BANG, POPCHOP - who
Exclaimed, one terribly sultry day,
"Oh, let's be kings in a humble way."
The Life of Ovid
© George Sandys
A Snake; a snake-like Stone. Cycnus, a Swan:
Caenis the maid, now Caeneus and a man,
Becomes a Fowle. Neleius varies shapes
At last an Eagle; nor Alcides scapes.
AN ELEGY Upon the immature loss of the most vertuous Lady Anne Rich
© Henry King
I envy not thy mortal triumphs, Death,
(Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breath)
Nor do I wonder much, nor yet complain
The weekly numbers by thy arrow slain.
Vegetables
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Eat a tomato and you'll turn red
(I don't think that's really so);
Eat a carrot and you'll turn orange
(Still and all, you never know);
Eternities
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head.
Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in His own strange book.
The Fox And The Crane
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE two persons uninvited
Came to join my dinner table;
Sappho III
© Sara Teasdale
The twilight's inner flame grows blue and deep,
And in my Lesbos, over leagues of sea,
The temples glimmer moon-wise in the trees.
Twilight has veiled the little flower-face
long conversations
© Matsuo Basho
Long conversations
beside blooming irises
joys of life on the road
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To--day I was at Milan, in such thought
As pilgrims bring who at faith's threshold stand,
Still burdened with the sorrows they have brought,
And vexed with stranger tongues in a strange land.
God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood
© Victor Marie Hugo
God, whose gifts in gracious flood
Unto all who seek are sent,
Only asks you to be good,
And is content.
The Lonely Sparrow
© Giacomo Leopardi
Thou from the top of yonder antique tower,
O lonely sparrow, wandering, hast gone,
Hy-Brasil
© Henry Kendall
"Daughter," said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea,
"Turn thy face towards the sunset - turn thy face and kneel with me!
Krishna Goes To The Woods
© Sant Surdas
O Krishna, darling of Gokula, awake
I have brought you milk, curd and sugar-candy come and partake of these delicacies: your pals are at the door, calling you to play; the sun has risen and it's time to go to the woods.
Amor Vitae
© Archibald Lampman
I love the warm bare earth and all
That works and dreams thereon:
I love the seasons yet to fall:
I love the ages gone,
A Wayfaring Song
© Henry Van Dyke
0 who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free
Shakespeare
© Charles Harpur
How oft, in Austral woods, the parting day
Has gone through western golden gates away
While sweetest Shakespeare, fancys darling child,
Warbled for me his native woodnotes wild.
