All Poems
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The Hunter's Even-song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE plain with still and wand'ring feet,And gun full-charged, I tread,
And hov'ring see thine image sweet,Thine image dear, o'er head.In gentle silence thou dost fareThrough field and valley dear;
But doth my fleeting image ne'erTo thy mind's eye appear?His image, who, by grief oppress'd,Roams through the world forlorn,
And wanders on from east to west,Because from thee he's torn?When I would think of none but thee,Mine eyes the moon survey;
Lines
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THOUGH dowered with instincts keen and high,
With burning thoughts that wooed the light,
The scornful world hath passed him by,
And left him lonelier than the night.
Proximity Of The Beloved One.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I THINK of thee, whene'er the sun his beamsO'er ocean flings;
I think of thee, whene'er the moonlight gleamsIn silv'ry springs.I see thee, when upon the distant ridgeThe dust awakes;
At midnight's hour, when on the fragile bridgeThe wanderer quakes.I hear thee, when yon billows rise on high,With murmur deep.
To tread the silent grove oft wander I,When all's asleep.I'm near thee, though thou far away mayst be--Thou, too, art near!
Starting From Paumanok
© Walt Whitman
Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced-stars, rain, snow,
my amaze;
Having studied the mocking-bird's tones, and the mountainhawk's,
And heard at dusk the unrival'd one, the hermit thrush from the
swamp-cedars,
Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
Maiden Wishes.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT pleasure to me
A bridegroom would be!
When married we are,
They call us mamma.
The Dark Day
© William Carlos Williams
A three-day-long rain from the east-
an terminable talking, talking
Joy.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Joy from that in type we borrow,
Which in life gives only sorrow.JOY.A DRAGON-FLY with beauteous wing
Is hov'ring o'er a silv'ry spring;
I watch its motions with delight,--
After Sixty Years
© Edith Nesbit
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar
Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer
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© Theognis of Megara
If I had money, Simonides, I would not feel such pain
As I do now, when in the company of the noble.
To The Moon.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
BUSH and vale thou fill'st againWith thy misty ray,
And my spirit's heavy chainCastest far away.Thou dost o'er my fields extendThy sweet soothing eye,
Watching like a gentle friend,O'er my destiny.Vanish'd days of bliss and woeHaunt me with their tone,
Joy and grief in turns I know,As I stray alone.Stream beloved, flow on! flow on!Ne'er can I be gay!
A Green Cornfield
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn
A skylark hang betweent he two,
A singing speck above the corn;
Sonnet To Italy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature's bounteous hand,
Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores;
Profusion laughs o'er all the glowing land,
And softest breezes from thy myrtle-shores.
To Lina.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
SHOULD these songs, love, as they fleet,Chance again to reach thy hand,
At the piano take thy seat,Where thy friend was wont to stand!Sweep with finger bold the string,Then the book one moment see:
But read not! do nought but sing!And each page thine own will be!Ah, what grief the song impartsWith its letters, black on white,
That, when breath'd by thee, our heartsNow can break and now delight!1800.*
Sonnet LI. The Human Flower. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN the old void of unrecorded time,
In long, slow æons of the voiceless past,
A seed from out the weltering fire-mist cast
Took root a struggling plant that from its prime
On The Lake,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Written on the occasion of Goethe's starting
with his friend Passavant on a Swiss Tour.]I DRINK fresh nourishment, new bloodFrom out this world more free;
The Nature is so kind and goodThat to her breast clasps me!
The billows toss our bark on high,And with our oars keep time,
The Whistling Girl
© Dorothy Parker
Back of my back, they talk of me,
Gabble and honk and hiss;
Let them batten, and let them be-
Me, I can sing them this:
A Letter From Italy
© Joseph Addison
Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus,
Magna virûm! tibi res antiquæ laudis et artis
The Muses' Son.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in
his Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical
effusions used to pour out from him.]
The Ship Of Earth.
© Sidney Lanier
"Thou Ship of Earth, with Death, and Birth, and Life, and Sex aboard,
And fires of Desires burning hotly in the hold,
I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword
At battle on the deck, and the wild mutineers are bold!
