All Poems
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The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse
© Henry Adamson
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,
Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,
Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe
© Sir Philip Sidney
Because I breathe not love to every one,
Nor do not use set colours for to wear,
To Fredrika Bremer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Seeress of the misty Norland,
Daughter of the Vikings bold,
Welcome to the sunny Vineland,
Which thy fathers sought of old!
Morning
© Emily Dickinson
WILL there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
A Hate-Song
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute;
And he sang a song which was more of a screech
'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
Sunday Brunch at the Old Country Buffet by Anne Caston: American Life in Poetry #45 Ted Kooser, U.S.
© Ted Kooser
Poets are experts at holding mirrors to the world. Here Anne Caston, from Alaska, shows us a commonplace scene. HavenÃt we all been in this restaurant for the Sunday buffet? Caston overlays the picture with language that, too, is ordinary, even sloganistic, and overworn. But by zooming in on the joint of meat and the belly-up fishes floating in
butter, she compels us to look more deeply into what is before us, and a room that at first seemed humdrum becomes rich with inference.
Evangeline: Part The Second. IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
The Life Theoretic
© Aldous Huxley
While I have been fumbling over books
And thinking about God and the Devil and all,
The Summer Pool
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
THERE is a singing in the summer air,
The blue and brown moths flutter oer the grass,
Ode To Despair
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE.
THOU spectre of terrific mien!
Lord of the hopeless heart and hollow eye,
In whose fierce train each form is seen
The Melbourne Cup
© Lesbia Harford
I like the riders
Clad in rose and blue;
Their colours glitter
And their horses too.
Early Spring
© Alfred Tennyson
Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed hills
With loving blue;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too.
Demand For Courage
© Francis Quarles
Thy life's a warfare, thou a soldier art;
Satan's thy foeman, and a faithful heart
The Woodland Phases
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
No trace, no trace! yet wherefore thus
Do shade and beam our spirit's stir?
Ah! Nature may be cold to us,
But we are strangely moved by her.
I Serve a Mistress
© Anthony Munday
I serve a mistress whiter than snow,
Straighter than cedar, brighter than the glass,
Finer in trip and swifter than the roe,
More pleasant than the field of flowering grass;
More gladsome to my withering joys that fade,
Than winter's sun or summer's cooling shade.
Trouble on the Selection
© Henry Lawson
You lazy boy, youre here at last,
You must be wooden-legged;
Birthday Lines For K.B.
© Joseph Furphy
Life is a Poem, short or long,
A dismal Dirge, or jovial Song,
A Psalm of faith, or Lay of Pride,
One stanza by each year supplied.
To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain
© Li Po
Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,
You must be near her place in those blue hills.
The rivers force helps pound the mica,
The wind washes rose bay tree flowers.
If you find you cant leave that refuge,
Invite me there to see the sunsets fire.
