All Poems
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What General Has A Good Army
© Walt Whitman
WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;
He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,
But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can
beget or conceive a child by others.
Proverbs of Chaucer
© Geoffrey Chaucer
What should these clothes thus manifold,
Lo! this hot summer's day?
One Life
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, I am hurt to death, my Love;
The shafts of Fate have pierced my striving heart,
The Lady of the Lake: Canto I. - The Chase
© Sir Walter Scott
Introduction.
Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
Song From The Second Brother
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Ye cups, ye lyres, ye trumpets know,
Pour your music, let it flow,
'Tis Bacchus' son who walks below.
Sonnet: On A Stolen Kiss
© George Wither
Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes,
Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe,
Cantares...
© Antonio Machado
Todo pasa y todo queda,
pero lo nuestro es pasar,
pasar haciendo caminos,
caminos sobre el mar.
Outcast
© Ada Cambridge
And their accuser? She within the fold
That walks in light, bejewelled and belaced,
Who in cold blood, and not for love or need,
Sold the white flower of womanhood for gold;
The wedded harlot, rich and undisgraced,
The viler prostitute in mind and deed.
From The Original Draft Of The Poem To William Shelley
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
II.
This lament,
The memory of thy grievous wrong
Will fade...
But genius is omnipotent
To hallow...
Comfort
© Katharine Tynan
Now she need dread no more to grow
Too old for him, she need not know
The bitterness when he who was
All hers turns to some younger face,
And she his mother stands aside,
Bidding her heart be satisfied.
Song Before Death: From the French
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SWEET MOTHER, in a minutes span
Death parts thee and my love of thee;
Sweet love, that yet art living man,
Come back, true love, to comfort me.
Back, ah, come back! ah wellaway!
But my love comes not any day.
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint'
© John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
To Any Friend
© George MacDonald
If I did seem to you no more
Than to myself I seem,
Not thus you would fling wide the door,
And on the beggar beam!
Wenn Ich, Beseligt
© Heinrich Heine
When Im made happy by lovely kisses,
Lying so sweetly in your arms prisons,
Melbourne
© Patrick Moloney
O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,
Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;
And first we sang of the greenwood shade
And a solitary Maid;
Beginning, where the song must end,
The Hymn of the Socialists
© Henry Lawson
By the rights that were always ours the rights that we neer enjoyed,
And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;
By the struggling mothers and wives by girls in the streets of sin
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin!
Fragments - Lines 0005 - 0010
© Theognis of Megara
Lord Phoibos, when the goddess, lady Leto, bore you,
Clasping a palm tree in her slender hands,
You the most beautiful of immortals, beside the wheel-round lake,
Then all of boundless Delos was filled
With an ambrosial scent; the huge earth laughed,
And the deep waters of the hoary sea rejoiced.
To Sophia (Miss Stacey)
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Thou art fair, and few are fairer
Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean;
They are robes that fit the wearer--
April In September
© Katharine Lee Bates
WHAT song is in the sap of this brave oak-tree
That to the north-star faces,
