All Poems
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Espoir timide
© François Coppée
Chère âme, si l'on voit que vous plaignez tout bas
Le chagrin du poète exilé qui vous aime,
On raillera ma peine, et l'on vous dira même
Que l'amour fait souffrir, mais que l'on n'en meurt pas.
The Convent Threshold
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Homer's Hymn To The Moon
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power
Mingled in love and sleep--to whom she bore
Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare
Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are.
Marvel of Marvels
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
MARVEL of marvels, if I myself shall behold
With mine own eyes my King in His city of gold;
Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the fold,
Where the least and last of saints in spotless white is stoled,
Twell De Night Is Pas'
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ALL de night long twell de moon goes down,
Lovin' I set at huh feet,
The Prince's Progress (excerpt)
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
"Too late for love, too late for joy,
Too late, too late!
You loitered on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
Proof
© Emily Dickinson
That I did always love,
I bring thee proof:
That till I loved
I did not love enough.
Aloof
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
THE irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:--
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Freedom
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I care not who were vicious back of me,
No shadow of their sins on me is shed.
My will is greater than heredity.
I am no worm to feed upon the dead.
Sappho
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Spring Quiet
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;
Moonlight
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
- Then earth's great architecture swells
Among her mountains and her fells
Under the moon to amplitude
Massive and primitive and rude:
Maude Clare
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Out of the church she followed them
With a lofty step and mien:
His bride was like a village maid,
Maude Clare was like a queen.
The Chariot
© Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
The Three Enemies
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
"Sweet, thou art pale."
"More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me."
From Later Life
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
VI
We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:
Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.
We see the things we do not yearn to see
Food In Travel
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind,
No longer would they serve my life to gild.
De Profundis
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.
Is it Well with the Child?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
SAFE where I cannot die yet,
Safe where I hope to lie too,
Safe from the fume and the fret;
You, and you,
