All Poems
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To J. M.
© George Meredith
Let Fate or Insufficiency provide
Mean ends for men who what they are would be:
Jenny Kissed Me
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Toowoomba
© George Essex Evans
Dark purple, chased with sudden gloom and glory,
Like waves in wild unrest,
A River Isle.
© Robert Crawford
A little island in the river
There is, round which the breezes quiver
Like sweet birds that would stay
A moment on their way,
Abou Ben Adhem
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Hendecasyllabics
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
In the month of the long decline of roses
I, beholding the summer dead before me,
To A Star
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene
Through fleecy clouds of silvery radiance fliest,
Spanglet of light on evening's shadowy veil,
Which shrouds the day-beam from the waveless lake,
Desiring to Be Given up to God
© Augustus Montague Toplady
That my heart was right with thee,
And lov'd thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, remove th' impending load,
And set my soul on fire for God!
The Copperhead (1864)
© Francis Bret Harte
There is peace in the swamp where the Copperhead sleeps,
Where the waters are stagnant, the white vapor creeps,
Where the musk of Magnolia hangs thick in the air,
And the lilies` phylacteries broaden in prayer.
Morning Poem #39
© Wanda Phipps
if she took off her top
would that embarrass you
would you smile and laugh newvously
would there be
The Spring In Ireland: 1916
© James Brunton Stephens
In other lands they may,
With public joy or dole along the way,
With pomp and pageantry and loud lament
Of drums and trumpets, and with merriment
Of grateful hearts, lead into rest and sted
The nation's dead.
Lollingdon Downs VIII
© John Masefield
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns;
Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
Scenes In London II - Oxford Street
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LIFE in its many shapes was there,
The busy and the gay;
Faces that seemed too young and fair
To ever know decay.
