All Poems
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Breakers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When you launch your bark for sailing
On the sea of life, O youth!
Clothe your heart and soul and spirit
In the blessèd garb of Truth.
Emblems
© Charles Harpur
A STREAMLET is a bright and beauteous creature
In some wide desert, where it keeps apart
Of each wayfarers heart:
The Star of Evening is a gracious feature,
Instinct as twere with all the love that eyes
Have looked through at the skies.
The Lilac
© William Barnes
Zoo let me zee noo darksome cloud
Bedim to-day thy flow'ry sh'oud,
But let en bloom on ev'ry spraÿ,
Drough all the days o' zunny Maÿ.
Stella Flammarum: An Ode To Halley's Comet
© William Wilfred Campbell
Strange wanderer out of the deeps,
Whence, journeying, come you?
From what far, unsunned sleeps
Did fate foredoom you,
Sonnet XXXIV: The Dark Glass
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not I myself know all my love for thee:
How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh
On The Benefit Received By His Majesty From Sea-Bathing, In The Year 1789
© William Cowper
O sovereign of an isle renowned
For undisputed sway
Wherever o'er yon gulf profound
Her navies wing their way;
An Epitaph
© Stephen Hawes
O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see
How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;
Little Ships
© Lesbia Harford
The little ships are dearer than the great ships
For they sail in strange places,
They lean nearer the green waters.
One may count by wavelets how the year slips
From their decks; and hear the Sea-King's daughters
Laughing at their play whene'er the boat dips.
The Statues
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tarry a moment, happy feet,
That to the sound of laughter glide!
O glad ones of the evening street,
Behold what forms are at your side!
Old-Testament Gospel
© John Newton
Israel in ancient days,
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,
But learned the gospel too:
The types and figures were a glass
In which they saw the Saviour's face.
Encouragement
© Emily Jane Brontë
I do not weep; I would not weep;
Our mother needs no tears:
Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to keep
This causeless grief for years.
Rome: At the Pyramid Of Cestius. (Near The Graves Of Shelley & Keats)
© Thomas Hardy
Who, then, was Cestius,
And what is he to me? -
Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous
One thought alone brings he.
The Spectral Horseman
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear
As it sate on the ruins of time that is past?
Hark! it floats on the fitful blast of the wind,
And breathes to the pale moon a funeral sigh.
Suicide Off Egg Rock
© Sylvia Plath
Everything shrank in the sun's corrosive
Ray but Egg Rock on the blue wastage.
He heard when he walked into the water
Fidele's Grassy Tomb
© Sir Henry Newbolt
The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,
His eyes were alive and clear of care,
But well he knew that the hour was come
To bid good-bye to his ancient home.
A Rebel
© John Gould Fletcher
Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles drearily patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
