All Poems
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The Combat. By Etty
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
THEY fled,--for there was for the brave
Left only a dishonour'd grave.
Aspirations
© Mathilde Blind
I.
I SAW thee in the streets, so wan and pale;
My heart, it shivered at the saddening sight;
Like a thin cloud thou wert, that though the sky doth sail,
And threatens to dissolve, each moment, on its flight.
"O man, O woman, grievest so?"
© Lesbia Harford
O man, O woman, grievest so?
Art shut away from all delight,
And must thou leave this garden plot?
O Eve, O Adam, question not.
Child-Songs
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Still linger in our noon of time
And on our Saxon tongue
The echoes of the home-born hymns
The Aryan mothers sung.
The Sleepers
© Walt Whitman
I WANDER all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and
stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,
Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.
Ultimum
© Francis Thompson
Now in these last spent drops, slow, slower shed,
Love dies, Love dies, Love dies--ah, Love is dead!
Sonnet 120: "That you were once unkind befriends me now,..."
© William Shakespeare
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Now The Lilac Trees In Bud
© Bliss William Carman
NOW the lilac tree's in bud,
And the morning birds are loud.
Now a stirring in the blood
Moves the heart of every crowd.
Sonnet Of Motherhood XL
© Zora Bernice May Cross
How like to me, and yet tis youall you.
I dare not touch her. Take your soul, My Own.
Set in my body with your mind, your sight,
Your dreams and thoughts with every promise true
A queen to sit upon a regal throne
With a mans soul won out of womans right.
To A Rich Vulgarian
© Sappho
Thou fool that thou shouldst plume thyself
On rich attire, on jewel-hoard,
Der Sommer
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
_Brueder! lobt die Sommerszeit!_
Ja, dich, Sommer, will ich loben!
The New World
© Robert Laurence Binyon
To the People of the United States
Now is the time of the splendour of Youth and Death.
A Singing Bird In The City
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city?
Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day.
The Gifts of God
© Jones Very
THE LIGHT that fills thy house at morn,
Thou canst not for thyself retain;
But all who with thee here are born,
It bids to share an equal gain.
To A Gentleman
© Mary Barber
I hope, Sir, by this you have found your Account,
In visiting Airy, and seeing his Mount:
If Froth can delight you, you're wonderous happy;
And we know it gives Joy on a Bottle of Nappy.
The One White Hair
© Walter Savage Landor
THE WISEST of the wise
Listen to pretty lies
And love to hear them told;
Doubt not that Solomon
Listend to many a one,
Some in his youth, and more when he grew old.
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
© William Butler Yeats
Fasten your hair with a golden pin,
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in,
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times.
The Drover Of The Stars
© Roderic Quinn
IT is little I care for earth's kings,
Its emperors, sultans and czars,
As I lie in the darkness and dream
All alone with my sheep and the stars.
