All Poems
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Laudabunt Alii
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Let others praise, as fancy wills,
Berlin beneath her trees,
Or Rome upon her seven hills,
Or Venice by her seas;
Stamboul by double tides embraced,
Or green Damascus in the waste.
The Traveller
© George Moses Horton
When from my native clime,
Mid lonely vallies pensive far I roam,
Mid rocks and hills where waters roll sublime,
'Tis sweet to think of home.
The Things That Make A Soldier Great
© Edgar Albert Guest
The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die,
To face the flaming cannon's mouth, nor ever question why,
Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red,
The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed,
The grass plot where his children play, the roses on the wall:
'Tis these that make a soldier great. He's fighting for them all.
Popular Ballad: "Never Forget Your Parents"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Never forget your father,
Think all he done for you;
A mother is a boy's best friend,
So loving, kind, and true,
Wherefore
© Madison Julius Cawein
I would not see, yet must behold
The truth they preach in church and hall;
And question so,--Is death then all,
And life an idle tale that's told?
White Night
© Anna Akhmatova
That life is a cursed hell:
I've got drunk
On your voice in the doorway.
I was sure you'd come back.
L'Amour Du Mensonge
© John Hay
When I behold thee, O my indolent love,
To the sound of ringing brazen melodies,
Through garish halls harmoniously move,
Scattering a scornful light from languid eyes;
Pheidippides
© Robert Browning
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Gods of my birthplace, daemons and heroes, honour to all!
Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise
--Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the aegis and spear!
Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,
The Discovery
© James Russell Lowell
I watched a moorland torrent run
Down through the rift itself had made,
Golden as honey in the sun,
Of darkest amber in the shade.
On Leaving Newstead Abbey
© George Gordon Byron
Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;
Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay;
In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle
Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.
The Tear
© George Gordon Byron
'O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros
Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater
Felix! in imo qui scatentem
Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.'~GRAY
XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland
© Benjamin Jonson
Madame,
VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold,
Winter Stars
© Sara Teasdale
I WENT out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings
I bore my sorrow heavily.
The New Exodus
© John Greenleaf Whittier
BY fire and cloud, across the desert sand,
And through the parted waves,
From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand,
God led the Hebrew slaves!
The Setting Sun
© George Moses Horton
'Tis sweet to trace the setting sun
Wheel blushing down the west;
When his diurnal race is run,
The traveller stops the gloom to shun,
And lodge his bones to rest.
Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above
© Henry Francis Lyte
Pleasant are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
O Wind of God
© George MacDonald
O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;
The New Remorse
© Oscar Wilde
But who is this who cometh by the shore?
(Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this
Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?
It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss
The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,
And I shall weep and worship, as before.
A Serenade
© Alexander Pushkin
I watch Inesilla
Thy window beneath,
Deep slumbers the villa
In night's dusky sheath.
O Navio Negreiro Part 6 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Existe um povo que a bandeira empresta
P'ra cobrir tanta infâmia e cobardia!…
