All Poems
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A Song Of The Seasons
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
Sing a song of Spring-time,
The world is going round,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Rather I hold with those that tell it thus,
That they, who had made proof of their great faith,
Were joined no less with honour in love's house
By Holy Church, which binding looseneth,
Between The Mountains And The Plain
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Between the mountains and the plain
We leaned upon a rampart old;
Beneath, branch--blossoms trembled white;
Far--off a dusky fringe of rain
Brushed low along a sky of gold,
Where earth spread lost in endless light.
An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, I
© Richard Lovelace
Bright soule! teach us, to warble with what feet
Thy swathing linnen and thy winding sheet,
Weepe, or shout forth that fonts solemnitie,
Which at once christn'd and buried thee,
And change our shriller passions with that sound,
First told thee into th' ayre, then to the ground.
There Is A Proper Way For Doing Everything
© Confucius
In hewing an axe-shaft, how must you act?
Another axe take, or you'll never succeed.
In taking a wife, be sure 'tis a fact,
That with no go-between you never can speed.
The Cumberland
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
And at times from the fortress across the bay
The alarum of drums swept past,
Or a bugle blast
From the camp on the shore.
The Deeds Of Krishna
© Sant Surdas
There is no end to the deeds of Krishna:
true to his promise, he tended the cows in Gokula;
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 32
© Edward Taylor
Thy grace, dear Lord, 's my golden wrack, I find,
Screwing my fancy into ragged rhymes,
Tuning Thy praises in my feeble mind
Until I come to strike them on my chimes.
Were I an angel bright, and borrow could
King David's harp, I would them play on gold.
Sonnet d'Oaristys
© Charles Cros
Tu me fis d'imprévus et fantasques aveux
Un soir que tu t'étais royalement parée,
Haut coiffée, et ruban ponceau dans tes cheveux
Qui couronnaient ton front de flammes dorées.
Inheritance
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
To a bare blue hill
Wings an old thought roaming,
At a random touch
Of memory homing.
Love #3.
© Robert Crawford
There is so much in us is
godlike still,
Love lifts us to heaven
that is ours.
The Withering Of The Boughs
© William Butler Yeats
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:
'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
Horses
© Edwin Muir
Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now,
They seemed terrible, so wild and strange,
Like magic power on the stony grange.
The Bereaved One
© Henry Kendall
She sleepsand I see through a shadowy haze,
Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherished
The Invitation
© Thomas Dekker
LIVE with me still, and all the measures
Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee;
All things conspire
© Judith Wright
All things conspire to hold me from you
even my love,
since that would mask you and unname you
till merely woman and man we live.
Baby's First Journey
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him-
Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms.
Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly
Over the rim of the cradle they lay him-
Baby's first journey is free from alarms.
Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence
© Dorothy Parker
For now I am my own again, my friend!
This scar but points the whiteness of my breast;
This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end,
And now I am my own. And that is best.
Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful
To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful.
