All Poems
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Dickens
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
METHINKS the air
Throbs with the tolling of harmonious bells,
Rung by the bands of spirits; everywhere
We feel the presence of a soft despair
And thrill to voices of divine farewells.
Lines Written At The King's-Arms, Ross, Formerly The House Of The 'Man Of Ross'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Richer than misers o'er their countless hoards,
Nobler than kings, or king-polluted lords,
Here dwelt the man of Ross! O trav'ller, hear,
Departed merit claims a reverent tear.
Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever
© Boris Pasternak
After this the halt and summer
Parted company; and taking
Off his cap at night the thunder
Took a hundred blinding stills.
Ballade Of Blind Love
© Andrew Lang
Queen, when the clay is my coverlet,
When I am dead, and when you are grey,
Vow, where the grass of the grave is wet,
"I shall never forget till my dying day!"
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto X.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
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At Church, in twelve hours more, we meet!
This, Dearest, is our last farewell.
Oh, Felix, do you love me? Sweet,
Why do you ask? I cannot tell.
A Great Lady
© Carolyn Wells
This is the Queen of Nonsense Land,
She wears her bonnet on her hand;
She carpets her ceilings and frescos her floors,
She eats on her windows and sleeps on her doors.
Oh, ho! Oh, ho! to think there could be
A lady so silly-down-dilly as she!
A Pastoral
© Nicholas Breton
On a hill there grows a flower,
Fair befall the dainty sweet!
By that flower there is a bower
Where the heavenly Muses meet.
At The River
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
Eva
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dry the tears for holy Eva,
With the blessed angels leave her;
Of the form so soft and fair
Give to earth the tender care.
The Song For Colin
© Sara Teasdale
I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,
And Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.
A Little Bit Of Garden
© William Henry Ogilvie
We need no crown or sceptre,
for now that it is spring,
just a little bit of garden-
and every man's a king!
Across The Door
© Padraic Colum
THE fiddles were playing and playing,
The couples were out on the floor;
From converse and dancing he drew me,
And across the door.
What Had He Done?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw the farmer, when the day was done,
And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,
And the mild stars came forward one by one-
I saw the sturdy farmer, and I said:
"What have you done to-day,
O farmer! say?"
An Evening Prayer
© George MacDonald
I am a bubble
Upon thy ever-moving, resting sea:
Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble!
Take me down into thee.
Sonnet VIII: What Can I Give Thee Back
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
