All Poems
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A Spirit Passed Before Me
© Lord Byron
A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine
And there it stood,all formlessbut divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:
SONNET. When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear
© Henry King
When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear,
Or else my suit arriving at thy ear
Cools and dies there. A strange extremitie
To freeze ith' Sun, and in the shade to frie.
Solitude
© Lord Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
The Dream
© Lord Byron
My dream is past; it had no further change.
It was of a strange order, that the doom
Of these two creatures should be thus traced out
Almost like a realitythe one
To end in madnessboth in misery.
November
© Virna Sheard
How like a hooded friar, bent and grey,
Whose pensive lips speak only when they pray
Doth sad November pass upon his way.
The Destruction Of Sennacherib
© Lord Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Eclogue by a Five-barred Gate
© Louis MacNeice
Well, I dreamt it was a hot day, the territorials
Were out on melting asphalt under the howitzers,
The brass music bounced on the houses. Come
I heard cry as it were a water-nymph, come and fulfil me
Darkness
© Lord Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
To the King's Most Excellent Majesty, 1768
© Phillis Wheatley
Your subjects hope, dread Sire-
The crown upon your brows may flourish long,
When We Two Parted
© Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Virtue is Its Own Reward
© Harry Graham
Virtue its own reward? Alas!
And what a poor one as a rule!
Be Virtuous and Life will pass
Like one long term of Sunday-School.
(No prospect, truly, could one find
More unalluring to the mind.)
She Walks In Beauty
© Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
The Shoemakers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Ho! workers of the old time styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather!
Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together!
Simon Wiesenthal: Survivors Burden
© Sharon Esther Lampert
After six million Jews were silenced:
Simon speaks above a hush.
Simon speaks above a whisper.
Simon speaks above an earshot.
Simon speaks out loud above the deafening scream of EVIL.
When We Were Kids
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,
In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare,
Gold Medal Gal of Israel
© Sharon Esther Lampert
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Central Park Violence
© Sharon Esther Lampert
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Stratton Water
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O HAVE you seen the Stratton flood
That's great with rain to-day?
Fiordispina
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lie there; sleep awhile in your own dew,
Ye faint-eyed children of the ... Hours,
Fiordispina said, and threw the flowers
Which she had from the breathing--
Educate Not
© Sharon Esther Lampert
No Time to Teach:
In Class, They Give a General Overview.
On Tests, They Want Particular Details.
