All Poems

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"The Stars Are With The Voyager"

© Thomas Hood

The stars are with the voyager
Wherever he may sail;
The moon is constant to her time;
The sun will never fail;

A Woman Scorning Her Lover

© Confucius

O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My food, though you're absurd!

Past Hours

© Frances Anne Kemble

Two angels have them in eternal keeping.

He that beside the deep vaults of the past

Spring Shower

© Boris Pasternak

Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears,
Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.
Full moon. The musicians are picking their way
To the theatre. More and more people assemble.

Times Weariness

© Alfred Austin

Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load

From every stage and hostel of the Past,

I Climb the Western Tower In Silence

I climb the western tower in silence, the moon like a sickle.
Clear autumn is locked in the deep courtyard, where a wutong tree stands lonely.
Sorrowful parting has cut, but not severed our ties; my mind is still wild.
Separation is just like a taste in head and heart.

Ode to Vanity

© Mary Darby Robinson

Thy breath accurs'd brought deathless woe
On Man's devoted race;
Hurl'd th' aspiring FIEND to realms below,
Who, plung'd in fell disgrace,
There deep enthrall'd in adamantine spells,
In chains of scorpions bound, for ever, ever dwells.

The Ballad Of Mr. Cooke

© Francis Bret Harte

(LEGEND OF THE CLIFF HOUSE, SAN FRANCISCO)

Where the sturdy ocean breeze

Tartufe's Punishment

© Arthur Rimbaud

Raking, raking, his amorous thoughts

underneath his chaste robe of black,

Love's Treasure House

© David MacDonald Ross

I went to Love's old treasure house last night,

Alone, when all the world was still - asleep,

America for Me

© Henry Van Dyke

'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.

Clearing

© Madison Julius Cawein

Before the wind, with rain-drowned stocks,
The pleated crimson hollyhocks
Are bending;
And, smouldering in the breaking brown,
Above the hills that edge the town,
The day is ending.

Ourselves Alone

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

"Oh, why drive me forth from your hearth into exile
And into far dangers? Your house is my own.
Faithful I serve, as I ever did serve you,
Standing together, ourselvesand alone."

The Flood In Spring

© William Barnes

Last night below the elem in the lew

Bright the sky did gleam

Late Night with Fog and Horses

They were in the living room. Saying their

goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.

A Prayer

O GOD when the heart is warmest,

And the head is clearest,

ankhon mein ji mera hai idhar yar dekhna

kaisa chaman ke ham se asiron ko mana hai
chak-e-qafas se bag ki diwar dekhna

Right Here At Home

Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom,
Where strangers allus joke us when they come,
And brag o' _their_ old States and interprize--
Yit _settle_ here; and 'fore they realize,
They're "hoosier" as the rest of us, and live
Right here at home, boys, with their past fergive!