All Poems
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Other People
© Margaret Widdemer
I LOOK at all the people
Who meet me and are gay,
And wonder have they broken hearts
That hurt night and day?
Before Sedan
© Henry Austin Dobson
Here is this leafy place
Quiet he lies,
Cold, with his sightless face
Turn'd to the skies:
"Tis but another dead:
All you can say is said.
To M--
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,
With bright, but mild affection shine:
Though they might kindle less desire,
Love, more than mortal, would be thine.
George Edmunds' Song
© Charles Dickens
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
For music
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
ALONG the shore, along the shore
I see the wavelets meeting:
But thee I see--ah, never more,
For all my wild heart's beating.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
There were two with thee in thine agony,
I and another. In that hour supreme
We stood beside thy cross and gazed at thee,
To The Wissahiccon
© Frances Anne Kemble
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side,
When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water,
The Columbiad: Book I
© Joel Barlow
Ah, lend thy friendly shroud to veil my sight,
That these pain'd eyes may dread no more the light;
These welcome shades shall close my instant doom,
And this drear mansion moulder to a tornb.
Southern Ships And Settlers
© Stephen Vincent Benet
O, where are you going, "Goodspeed" and "Discovery"?
With meek "Susan Constant" to make up the three?
We're going to settle the wilds of Virginia,
For gold and adventure we're crossing the sea.
Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
© Alexander Pope
Thou art my God, sole object of my love;
Not for the hope of endless joys above;
Nor for the fear of endless pains below,
Which they who love thee not must undergo.
The Burial Place
© William Cullen Bryant
A FRAGMENT.
Erewhile, on England's pleasant shores, our sires
Left not their churchyards unadorned with shades
To Quintus Hirpinus
© Eugene Field
To Scythian and Cantabrian plots,
Pay them no heed, O Quintius!
So long as we
From care are free,
Vexations cannot cinch us.
The Bended Bow
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There was heard the sound of a coming foe,
There was sent through Britain a bended Bow,
And a voice was pour'd on the free winds far,
As the land rose up at the sign of war.
The Trees' Reflection In The Misty Stream
© Paul Verlaine
The trees' reflection in the misty stream
Dies off in livid steam;
Whilst up among the actual boughs, forlorn,
The tender wood-doves mourn.
In The Harbour: Prelude
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As treasures that men seek,
Deep buried in sea-sands,
Vanish if they but speak,
And elude their eager hands,
Old Soldier
© Padraic Colum
WE wander now who marched before,
Hawking our bran from door to door,
While other men from the mill take their flour:
So it is to be an Old Soldier.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105.
© Alfred Tennyson
Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.
