All Poems
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Summer
© Samuel Johnson
O Phoebus! down the western sky,
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray,
Thy light to distant worlds supply,
And wake them to the cares of day.
Open Table.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MANY a guest I'd see to-day,Met to taste my dishes!
Food in plenty is prepar'd,Birds, and game, and fishes.
Invitations all have had,All proposed attending.
Johnny, go and look around!Are they hither wending?Pretty girls I hope to see,Dear and guileless misses,
The Measure of Beauty
© Thomas Campion
Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections bide:
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be,
And Ros'mond was as sweet as she.
The Maid Of The Mill's Repentance.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Expel thee!
What's this thou singest so falsely, forsooth,
Of love and a maiden's silent truth?
Too Late
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN Love, sweet Love, was tangled in my snare
I clipped his wings, and dressed his cage with flowers,
Rubaiyat 09
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
My broken hearts sorrows are deep.
Painful, disturbed, broken my sleep.
If you dont believe, send me your thoughts
And you will see how in sleep I weep.
The Prosperous Voyage.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE mist is fast clearing.
And radiant is heaven,
Whilst AEolus loosens
Our anguish-fraught bond.
Be Not Dismayed
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death
Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face.
Faithful Eckart.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The band of the Sorceress sisters.
They hitherward speed, and on finding us here,
They'll drink, though with toil we have fetch'd it, the beer,
Legend.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THERE lived in the desert a holy manTo whom a goat-footed Faun one day
Paid a visit, and thus beganTo his surprise: "I entreat thee to pray
That grace to me and my friends may be given,
That we may be able to mount to Heaven,
The Walking Bell
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A CHILD refused to go betimesTo church like other people;
He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimesOn Sundays from the steeple.His mother said: "Loud rings the bell,Its voice ne'er think of scorning;
Unless thou wilt behave thee well,'Twill fetch thee without warning."The child then thought: "High over headThe bell is safe suspended--"
So to the fields he straightway spedAs if 'twas school-time ended.The bell now ceas'd as bell to ring,Roused by the mother's twaddle;
The Dust Of Timas
© Sappho
This dust was Timas; and they say
That almost on her wedding day
She found her bridal home to be
The dark house of Persephone.
The Spectral Attitudes
© André Breton
I attach no importance to life
I pin not the least of life's butterflies to importance
Finnish Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF the loved one, the well-known one,
Should return as he departed,
On his lips would ring my kisses,
Though the wolf's blood might have dyed them;
And a hearty grasp I'd give him,
Though his finger-ends were serpents.
Response
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Beside that milestone where the level sun,
Nigh unto setting, sheds his last, low rays
The Mountain Village.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"THE mountain village was destroy'd;
But see how soon is fill'd the void!
Shingles and boards, as by magic arise,
The babe in his cradle and swaddling-clothes lies;
How blest to trust to God's protection!"
