All Poems
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Dedication: To M. C. M. C.
© Padraic Colum
THE well-
They come to it and take
Their cupful or their palmful out of it.
Peter Rugg the Bostonian
© Louise Imogen Guiney
The mare is pawing by the oak,
The chaise is cool and wide
For Peter Rugg the Bostonian
With his little son beside;
The women loiter at the wheels
In the pleasant summer-tide.
To the Virtuosi
© William Shenstone
Hail curious Wights! to whom so fair
The form of mortal flies is!
Who deem those grubs beyond compare,
Which common sense despises.
Parting
© Frances Anne Kemble
The golden hinges of the year have turned
Spring, and the summer, and the harvest time
I Am Here, And You
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I am here, and you;
The sun blesses us through
Leaves made of light.
The air is in your hair;
You hold a flower.
The Reverend Dr. L---.
© Mary Barber
In vain you shew a happy Nation,
The Gospel's gracious Dispensation;
And plead from thence, to bring up Youth
To early Piety and Truth.
To unattentive Ears you preach,
What Miseries alone can teach.
The Poet Sings To Her Poet
© Alice Meynell
As the full moon shining there
To the sun that lighteth her
Am I unto thee for ever,
O my secret glory-giver!
O my light, I am dark but fair,
Black but fair.
Ballade Of Tristram's Last Harping
© Gertrude Bartlett
Beloved, now is done our life's brief day;
Not with the day howe'er doth Love expire.
Within thine arms the night to dream away
This is the end of Love's supreme desire.
Ode To The Setting Sun - Prelude
© Francis Thompson
The wailful sweetness of the violin
Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,
The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin
To long in aching music. Spirit-pined,
Lillians Reading
© Edgar Albert Guest
AIRY, fairy Lillian,
What a naughty thing to do,
By noon had read a Laura
Libbey paper novel through.
From: A Poet's Hope
© William Ellery Channing
Lady, there is a hope that all men have,
Some mercy for their faults, a grassy place
To rest in, and a flower-strewn, gentle grave;
Another hope which purifies our race,
That when that fearful bourn forever past,
They may find rest, - and rest so long to last.
"Bedbooks"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
How sleep the brave who sink to rest,
Lulled by the waves of dreamy diction,
Like that appearing in the best
Of modern fiction!
The Love Of The People For The Duke Of Shaou
© Confucius
O fell not that sweet pear-tree!
See how its branches spread.
Spoil not its shade,
For Shaou's chief laid
Beneath it his weary head.
Antigone
© George Meredith
The buried voice bespake Antigone.
'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
At The Peace Table
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who shall sit at the table, then, when the terms
of peace are made--
