All Poems
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An Emblem of Life
© Caroline Norton
Oh! Life is like the summer rill, where weary daylight dies;
We long for morn to rise again, and blush along the skies:
To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In "The Dead City" II
© Sara Teasdale
Carved in the silence by the hand of Pain,
And made more perfect by the gift of Peace,
Than if Delight had bid your sorrow cease,
And brought the dawn to where the dark has lain,
"Beneath a veil of milky white"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Beneath a veil of milky white
Stands Isaac's like a hoary dovecote,
The crozier irritates the grey silences,
The heart understands the airy rite.
The December Rose
© Edith Nesbit
Here's a rose that blows for Chloe,
Fair as ever a rose in June was,
Now the garden's silent, snowy,
Where the burning summer noon was.
The World State
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Oh, how I love Humanity,
With love so pure and pringlish,
And how I hate the horrid French,
Who never will be English!
If He dissolvethenthere is nothing
© Emily Dickinson
Would but some Godinform Him
Or it be too late!
Saythat the pulse just lisps
The Chariots wait
Twenty-Two Rhymes To Left-Prime-Minister Wei
© Du Fu
Boys in fancy clothes never starve,
but Confucian scholars often find their lives in ruin.
Si Descendero In Infernum, Ades
© James Russell Lowell
O wandering dim on the extremest edge
Of God's bright providence, whose spirits sigh
Pater Omnipotens
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Serene in his unconquerable might
Endued[,] the Almighty King, his steadfast throne
Encompassed unapproachably with power
And darkness and deep solitude an awe
Sonnet I: Unto the Boundless Ocean
© Samuel Daniel
Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty
Runs this poor river, charg'd with streams of zeal:
A Man's A Man For A' That
© Robert Burns
Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
A Ballad Of Suicide
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbourson the wall
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
In A Garden
© Bliss William Carman
THOUGHT is a garden wide and old
For airy creatures to explore,
Where grow the great fantastic flowers
With truth for honey at the core.
Life Returning
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam finger touching
This poor damp brow, or flying freshly by
On wings of mountain wind, or tenderly
In links of visionary embraces clutching
Me from the yawning grave--
Can I believe thou yet hast power to save?
The Bluebell
© Emily Jane Brontë
The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit's care.
