All Poems
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Treat Well Your Wife
© William Barnes
No, no, good Meäster Collins cried,
Why you've a good wife at your zide;
La Vuelta A La Patria
© Miguel Antonio Caro
Mirad al peregrino
iCuan doliente y trocado!
Apoyandose lento en su cayado
iQue solitario va por su camino!
The Grave and The Rose
© Victor Marie Hugo
The Grave said to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs?"
"And what of spirits flown,
Boaz Asleep
© Victor Marie Hugo
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight
made his pallet on the threshing floor
where all day he had worked, and now he slept
among the bushels of threshed wheat.
There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood
© William Cowper
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuels veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Your Orange Hair In The Void Of The World
© Paul Eluard
Your orange hair in the void of the world
In the void of these heavy panes of silence
Shade where my bare hands seek your image.
On Climbing in Nan-king to the Terrace of Phoenixes
© Li Po
Phoenixes that play here once, so that the place was named for them,
Have abandoned it now to this desolated river;
The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds;
The garments of Chin are ancient dust.
Going Up Yoyang Tower
© Li Po
We climbed Yoyang Tower with
all the scene around coming
into vision; looking up the
Great River seeing boats turn
To Tu Fu from Shantung
© Li Po
You ask how I spend my time--
I nestle against a treetrunk
and listen to autumn winds
in the pines all night and day.
To Tan-Ch'iu
© Li Po
My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range,
Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills.
At green Spring he lies in the empty woods,
And is still asleep when the sun shines on igh.
Through the YangZi Gorges
© Li Po
From the walls of Baidi high in the coloured dawn
To Jiangling by night-fall is three hundred miles,
Yet monkeys are still calling on both banks behind me
To my boat these ten thousand mountains away.
Song. I Had A Dove
© John Keats
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied
With a single thread of my own hand's weaving;
Parting at a Wine-shop in Nan-king
© Li Po
A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
Oh, go and ask this river running to the east
If it can travel farther than a friend's love!
Cagnes
© Mathilde Blind
You may perchance, I never shall forget
When, between twofold glory of land and sea,
We leant together o'er the old parapet,
And saw the sun go down. For, oh, to me,
The beauty of that beautiful strange place
Was its reflection beaming from your face.
The Philosopher's Oration: A Faun's Holiday
© Robert Nichols
Meanwhile, though nations in distress
Cower at a comet's loveliness
Shaken across the midnight sky;
Though the wind roars, and Victory,
Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain
© Li Po
Amongst bubbling streams
a dog barks; peach blossom
is heavy with dew; here
and there a deer can
Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him
© Li Po
I took a small path leading
up a hill valley, finding there
a temple, its gate covered
with moss, and in front of
