All Poems
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home,
Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed.
The things I love have all grown wearisome;
The things that loved me are estranged or dead.
Der Herbsttag
© Johann Heinrich Voss
Die Bäume stehn der Frucht entladen,
Und gelbes Laub verweht ins Tal;
At Midnight
© Virna Sheard
Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord,
And let us sleep;
Give us our portion of forgetfulness,
Silent and deep.
Almighty Spirit, Now Behold
© James Montgomery
Almighty Spirit, now behold
A world by sin destroyed:
Creating Spirit, as of old,
Move on the formless void,
Move on the formless void.
The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: XIII
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter
that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive.
One Evening
© Guillaume Apollinaire
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
And you sustain me
Let them tremble a long while all these lamps
Pray pray for me
Cap'n Storm-Along
© Alfred Noyes
Bashing the seas to a welter of white,
Look at the fleet that he leads to the fight.
O, they're dancing like witches to open the ball;
And old Cap'n Storm-along's lord of 'em all.
To Youth
© Walter Savage Landor
WHERE art thou gone, light-ankled Youth?
With wing at either shoulder,
And smile that never left thy mouth
Until the Hours grew colder:
The Terrible Robber Men
© Padraic Colum
OH I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
And the fox was back in his den O!
For always I'm hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men O!
Of the terrible robber men.
A Morning After Storm
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALL night the north wind blew; the harsh north rain
Lashed like a spiteful whip at roof and sill.
Now the pale morning lowers, bewildered, chill,
Leaning her cheek against the misted pane,
Sonnet 16: In Nature Apt
© Sir Philip Sidney
In nature apt to like when I did see
Beauties, which were of many carats fine,
My boiling sprites did thither soon incline,
And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee:
Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.)
© William Watson
Go, Verse, nor let the grass of tarrying grow
Beneath thy feet iambic. Southward go
Trial by Jury
© William Schwenck Gilbert
SCENE - A Court of Justice, Barristers, Attorney, and Jurymen
discovered.
The Giants Ring
© Robinson Jeffers
BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST
Whoever is able will pursue the plainly
The Chantey Of The Cook (dithyramb of a discontented crew)
© Harry Kemp
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,
Yo ho, haul away!
Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered yellow,
And the home port's a thousand miles away.
AN ELEGY Upon my Best Friend L. K. C.
© Henry King
Should we our Sorrows in this Method range,
Oft as Misfortune doth their Subjects change,
And to the sev'ral Losses which befall,
Pay diff'rent Rites at ev'ry Funeral;
The Dream: (For my Father)
© Katharine Tynan
Over and over again I dream a dream,
I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam;
Long was the day from you and sweet 'twill seem
The day is over and I am coming home.
