All Poems
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Darzee's Chaunt
© Rudyard Kipling
Singer and tailor am I-
Doubled the joys that I know-
Proud of my lilt to the sky,
Proud of the house that I sew-
Over and under, so weave I my music-so weave I the house that
I sew.
To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poem
© Richard Lovelace
I.
What means this stately tablature,
The ballance of thy streins,
Which seems, in stead of sifting pure,
The Last Prophecy Of Cassandra
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sun is fading in the skies,
And evening shades are gathering fast;
Fair city, ere that sun shall rise,
Thy night hath come,-thy day is past!
On Certain Ladies
© Alexander Pope
When other fair ones to the shades go down,
Still Chloe, Flavin, Delia, stay in town:
Those ghosts of beauty wandering here reside,
And haunt the places where their honour died.
The Moon, Offended
© Charles Baudelaire
Oh moon our fathers worshipped, their love discreet,
from the blue countrys heights where the bright seraglio,
the stars in their sweet dress, go treading after you,
my ancient Cynthia, lamp of my retreat,
Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 3
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
'Tis a wicked world we live in;
Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;
But no matter: we'll not give in
While we still can come to time.
The Night-Wind
© Emily Jane Brontë
In summer's mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlour window,
And rose-trees wet with dew.
O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig!
© Walt Whitman
O BITTER sprig! Confession sprig!
In the bouquet I give you place also-I bind you in,
Proceeding no further till, humbled publicly,
I give fair warning, once for all.
Out on the Roofs of Hell
© Henry Lawson
For Wool, Tallow, and Hides and Co.,
For Wool, Tallow, and Hides
Over the roofs of hell we go
For Wool, Tallow, and Hides.
The Joy Of A Dog
© Edgar Albert Guest
Ma says no, it's too much care
An' it will scatter germs an' hair,
When Lide Married _Him_
© James Whitcomb Riley
When Lide married _him_--w'y, she had to jes dee-fy
The whole poppilation!--But she never bat' an eye!
Colombine
© Francis Jammes
Frêle petite fille O rose dans la fange
Du cirque piétinée avant que de t'ouvrir
Dieu ne t'avait-il pas faite à l'image des anges
Et pour que le printemps parfumât tes soupirs.
Three In A Shade.
© Robert Crawford
Here we sit, and blind Desire
Plays his spinet in the shade.
How is it our fancies tire?
Why is it our hearts afraid,
Inheritance
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THERE lived a man who raised his hand and said,
"I will be great!"
And through a long, long life he bravely knocked
At Fame's closed gate.
Self Reliance
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
HENCEFORTH, please God, forever I forego
The yoke of men's opinions. I will be
Pixley Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
SOMETIMES I git to thinkin' o' the days o' youth, an then
There comes a-troopin' through my mind th wimmin folk an' men
The South Country
© Hilaire Belloc
When I am living in the Midlands
That are sodden and unkind,
I light my lamp in the evening:
My work is left behind;
And the great hills of the South Country
Come back into my mind.
