All Poems
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To Ulla
© Carl Michael Bellman
Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee
Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine?
The Skeleton In The Cupboard
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Just this one day in all the year
Let all be one, let all be dear;
The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of
Frost, through the absence of objects to reflect the rays. `What no one
with us shares, seems scarce our own.' The presence of a ONE,
On Being Brought from Africa to America
© Phillis Wheatley
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
Lines
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
With many a pause and oft reverted eye
I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
Australia's Peril [The Warning]
© Henry Lawson
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,
For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong that we have seen done.
Let the bride of frivolous fashion, and of ease, be ashamed and dumb,
For I tell you the nations shall rule us who have let their children come!
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Suddenly then my strange companion cried,
``Bring me the body.'' In a moment more
She had thrown off her hat, her veil untied,
And motioning all the women to the door,
Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song I
© Louisa May Alcott
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam
Of golden sunlight shines
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
In Commendation Of Musick
© William Strode
When whispering straynes doe softly steale
With creeping passion through the hart,
A Coincidence
© Robert Fuller Murray
Every critic in the town
Runs the minor poet down;
Every critic-don't you know it?
Is himself a minor poet.
The Cock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air
© Robert Louis Stevenson
THE cock's clear voice into the clearer air
Where westward far I roam,
Mounts with a thrill of hope,
Falls with a sigh of home.
Depose Your Finger of That Ring
© Richard Lovelace
Depose your finger of that ring,
And crowne mine with't awhile;
Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring
Back with it more of soile?
Or shines it not as innocent,
As honest, as before 'twas lent?
Alice Has Never Been In China
© Eli Siegel
Here have we China,
And here have we: Alice.
Alice has never been in China,
China never has had Alice;
The Improvisatore
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.--EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.
The Rosy Hearth
© Paul Verlaine
The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam,
The meditation that is rather dream,
Back To The Machine Gun
© Charles Bukowski
the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
From 'Religious Musings'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
ITHERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind,
Omnific. His most holy name is Love.
Truth of subliming import! with the which
Who feeds and saturates his constant soul,
