All Poems
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Limerick: There was an Old Lady of Chertsey
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Lady of Chertsey,
Who made a remarkable curtsey;
She twirled round and round,
Till she sunk underground,
Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.
Ambition And Content: A Fable
© Mark Akenside
Thus spoke the fair; and straight she bent her way
To the tall mountain, where the cottage lay:
Arriv'd she makes her chang'd condition known;
Tells how the rebels drove her from the throne;
What painful, dreary wilds she'd wander'd o'er;
And shelter from the tyrant doth implore.
Next Turn
© Kenneth Slessor
No pause! The buried pipes ring out,
The flour-faced Antic runs from sight;
Now Columbine, with scarlet pout,
Floats in the smoking moon of light.
The Magi To The Star
© Mary Hannay Foott
I. THANKSGIVING.
Star, on thy Heaven-returning way,
Our message of thanksgiving bear;
To Him who answered with thy ray
The priestless Gentiles trembling prayer.
Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."
Two Schools
© Henry Van Dyke
I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize."
Sonnet 49: I On My Horse
© Sir Philip Sidney
I on my horse, and Love on me doth try
Our horsemanships, while by strange work I prove
A horseman to my horse, a horse to Love;
And now man's wrongs in me, poor beast, descry.
A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest
© Walt Whitman
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
The Silver Stripes
© Edgar Albert Guest
When we've honored the heroes returning from France,
When we've mourned for the heroes who fell,
Wild Flowers
© George MacDonald
Content Primroses,
With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,
Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair
© Stephen C. Foster
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue
© Alexander Pope
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,
To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,
The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids,
Delight no more - O thou, my voice inspire,
Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire!
Dreamer, Say
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dreamer, say, will you dream for me
A wild sweet dream of a foreign land,
El Crimen Fue En Granada
© Antonio Machado
I
EL CRIMEN
Se le vio, caminando entre fusiles,
por una calle larga,
The Finest Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
When he was only nine months old,
And plump and round and pink of cheek,
A Friend That Sticketh Closer Than A Brother
© John Newton
One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!
And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came
© Edith Nesbit
NOW the far waves roll nearer and more near,
The wind's awake, the pitiless wind's awake,
It shrieks the menace that I dare not hear,
Soon at my feet the angry waves will break
In desolating wrath--and here I stand
Helpless my house is built upon the sand.
From Euripides
© Samuel Rogers
There is a streamlet issuing from a rock.
The village-girls singing wild madrigals,
Dip their white vestments in its waters clear,
And hang them to the sun. There first I saw her;
