All Poems
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Spirit And Star.
© James Brunton Stephens
THROUGH the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space,
Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,
A Single Hound
© William Henry Ogilvie
When the opal lights in the West had died
And night was wrapping the red ferns round,
As I came home by the woodland side
I heard the cry of a single hound.
To - -
© Henry Kendall
AH, often do I wait and watch,
And look up, straining through the Real
With longing eyes, my friend, to catch
Faint glimpses of your white Ideal.
Had I the Choice
© Walt Whitman
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Greeks
© Gamaliel Bradford
You really can't imagine how I love the ancient Greeks.
I love the dancing language where their mobile spirit speaks.
I love the songs of Homer, flowing on like streams of light,
With a touch of human kindness in the splendid shock of fight.
Book Of Love - Love's Torments
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LOVE's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long my desert breast,
And nestled in its vacancy.
Grata Juventas
© Alfred Austin
She trembles when I touch
The tips of scarce-grown fingers,
Yet seems to think it overmuch
If for a moment lingers
Grasp that I hardly meant for such.
Rebel Hearts
© John Le Gay Brereton
An outcry in the bush below,
A crash, and boughs that sway,
And shouts of laughter let me know
Where my two ruffians play.
Song of the Dardanelles
© Henry Lawson
The Wireless tells and the cable tells
How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.
Lady That Hast my Heart
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard
His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill
Reverberates the softly spoken word,
So echoes of desire his bosom fill.
The Enchanted Mirror
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Lords, ladies, gazed! the prospect pleased them well;
"Ah, heavens!" they sighed, "how irresistible!"
E'en the coarse hag, foul, wrinkled, and unclean,
Beamed like a blushing virgin of sixteen.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The poets, every one, have sung of passion.
But which has sung of friendship, man with man?
Love seeks its price, but friendship has a fashion
Larger to give, and of less selfish plan.
Hymn XXIII: Extended on a Cursed Tree
© Charles Wesley
Extended on a cursed tree,
Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the king of glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God.
Ascension
© John Donne
Salute the last and everlasting day,
Joy at th' uprising of this Sun, and Son,
By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By his evening fire the artist
Pondered o'er his secret shame;
Baffled, weary, and disheartened,
Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.
On The Rising Of The Sun
© John Bunyan
Look, look, brave Sol doth peep up from beneath,
Shows us his golden face, doth on us breathe;
In Sleep
© Richard Francis Burton
NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
Love Pure And Fervent
© William Cowper
Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part.
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
© William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?
