All Poems
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Amazing Grace
© John Newton
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer.
Run in a single burst-only event of its kind-
Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,
Old Man Kangaroo first, Yellow-Dog Dingo behind.
The Ferryman
© Emile Verhaeren
The ferryman, a green reed 'twixt his teeth,
With hand on oar, against the current strong
Had rowed and rowed so long.
To lose one's faithsurpass
© Emily Dickinson
To lose one's faithsurpass
The loss of an Estate
Because Estates can be
Replenishedfaith cannot
To-- Yet look on me
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Yet look on me -- take not thine eyes away,
Which feed upon the love within mine own,
Which is indeed but the reflected ray
Of thine own beauty from my spirit thrown.
Old Tunes
© Sara Teasdale
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope,rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
For Thee
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What woes are there
I would not choose to bear
For thy dear sake?
Curses were blest, the ache
The Glory of the Garden
© Rudyard Kipling
Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
Storm-Fragments
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;
O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,
Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men and slain,
Walking the bounds of some fierce battle-plain.
It's Not Going To Happen Again
© Rupert Brooke
I have known the most dear that is granted us here,
More supreme than the gods know above,
Republic And Motherland
© Alfred Noyes
Up the vast harbor with the morning sun
The ship swept in from sea;
Gigantic towers arose, the night was done,
And--there stood Liberty.
Welcome Home
© Robert Fuller Murray
The fire burns bright
And the hearth is clean swept,
As she likes it kept,
And the lamp is alight.
She is coming to-night.
Snowdrops
© Kenneth Slessor
The Snowdrop Girl in fields of snowdrops walks,
Whiter than foam, deeper than waters flowing,
Flakes of wild milk gone blowing,
Mary Magdalene
© George Herbert
When blessed Marie wip'd her Saviour's feet,
(Whose precepts she had trampled on before)
And wore them for a jewell on her head,
Shewing his steps should be the street,
Wherein she thenceforth evermore
With pensive humblenesse would live and tread:
If I Had Known You
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I had known you--oh, if I had known you!
In other days when youth and love were strong,
I would have raised a temple to enthrone you
On some fair pinnacle of cloudless song.
Written in Milton's PARADISE LOST.
© Mather Byles
Had I, O had I all the tuneful Arts
Of lofty Verse; did ev'ry Muse inspire
Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place,
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear:
