All Poems
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Orinda to Lucasia
© Katherine Philips
OBSERVE the weary birds ere night be done,
How they would fain call up the tardy sun,
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.
Dark matrix she, from which the human soul
The New Year
© Edgar Albert Guest
Come you with dangers to fright us? or hazards
to try out our souls?
Song II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Ah! words are useless, words are vain,
Thy generous sympathy to prove;
And well that sign, those looks explain,
That Clara mourns my hapless love.
A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
George Gissing
© Dorothy Parker
When I admit neglect of Gissing,
They say I don't know what I'm missing.
Until their arguments are subtler,
I think I'll stick to Samuel Butler.
Light Of Love
© Dorothy Parker
Joy stayed with me a night -
Young and free and fair -
And in the morning light
He left me there.
We Have Been Friends Together
© Caroline Norton
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
In infancy we played.
Marco Polo
© Kenneth Slessor
READING how Marco Polo came
By bridle-path to Kanbalu,
Forgotten fibres wake to flame,
And smoke old memories anew . . . .
Maud Muller Mutatur
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
Powdered her nose with Bon Sachet.
A Family Row
© Edgar Albert Guest
I freely confess there are good friends of mine,
With whom we are often invited to dine,
Fuscara; or, the Bee Errant
© John Cleveland
Nature's confectioner, the bee
(Whose suckets are moist alchemy,
Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
© Andrew Lang
Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,
The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight:
Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray
There is the mystic home of our delight,
And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.
Written Afterwards
© Henry Lawson
So the days of my tramping are over,
And the days of my riding are done
Autumn Fears
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The weary, dreary, dripping rain,
From morn till night, from night till morn,
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Moldavia
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Moldavia,
Who had the most curious behaviour;
For while he was able,
He slept on a table.
That funny Old Man of Moldavia.
A Blessing
© John Hay
When I look on thee and feel how dear,
How pure, and how fair thou art,
Into my eyes there steals a tear,
And a shadow mingled of love and fear
Creeps slowly over my heart.
The New Chum Jackeroo
© Henry Lawson
His share of work he never shirks,
And through the blazing drought,
He lives the old things down, and works
His own salvation out.
