All Poems
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Chant Before Battle
© Madison Julius Cawein
EVER since man was man a Fiend has stood
Outside his House of Good,
War, with his terrible toys, that win men's hearts
To follow murderous arts.
Olney Hymn 10: The Future Peace And Glory Of The Church
© William Cowper
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
"O my people, faint and few,
Bravery
© Edgar Albert Guest
The brave man journeys straight ahead;
The coward goes
Along his way in constant dread
He'll meet a friend in need, ahead,
Or one he owes.
The Shepheardes Calender: November
© Edmund Spenser
November: Ægloga vndecima. Thenot & Colin.
Thenot.
Colin my deare, when shall it please thee sing,
As thou were
Bianca's Dream - A Venetian Story
© Thomas Hood
BIANCA!fair Bianca!who could dwell
With safety on her dark and hazel gaze,
Couplet 8
© Amir Khusro
Farsi Couplet:
Tu shabana mi numaai be barkay boodi imshab,
Ke hunooz chashm-e mastat asar-e khumar daarad.
To England
© Alfred Austin
Men deemed thee fallen, did they? fallen like Rome,
Coiled into self to foil a Vandal throng:
Beclouded
© Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
To the Moonflower
© Craven Langstroth Betts
PALE, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep
When all the flower-heads droop in drowsy swoon;
About Troy
© Zbigniew Herbert
Troy O Troy
an archeologist
will sift your ashes through his fingers
yet a fire occurred greater than that of the Iliad
for seven strings-
Lines on Revisiting the Country
© William Cullen Bryant
I stand upon my native hills again,
Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky
With garniture of waving grass and grain,
Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie,
While deep the sunless glens are scooped between,
Where brawl o'er shallow beds the streams unseen.
Sonnet XVIII: I Never Gave a Lock of Hair
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, dearest, except this to thee,
Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
© Emily Dickinson
Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness -- be spent --
To Linger in a Garden Fair
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
MIRTH, Spring, to linger in a garden fair,
What more has earth to give? All ye that wait,
Where is the Cup-bearer, the flagon where?
When pleasant hours slip from the hand of Fate,
The Twa Sisters
© Andrew Lang
There liv'd twa sisters in a bower,
Hey Edinbruch, how Edinbruch.
There liv'd twa sisters in a bower,
Stirling for aye:
The youngest o' them, O, she was a flower!
Bonny Sanct Johnstonne that stands upon Tay.
The Christmas Child
© George MacDonald
"Little one, who straight hast come
Down the heavenly stair,
Tell us all about your home,
And the father there."
