All Poems
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Jadis
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Erewhile, before the world was old,
When violets grew and celandine,
Zapolya
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted :
And poised therein a bird so bold--
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted !
A Comparison
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I THINK, ofttimes, that lives of men may be
Likened to wandering winds that come and go,
Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow
O'er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee.
A qui donc sommes-nous?
© Victor Marie Hugo
A qui donc sommes-nous ? Qui nous a ? qui nous mène ?
Vautour fatalité, tiens-tu la race humaine ?
Oh ! parlez, cieux vermeils,
L'âme sans fond tient-elle aux étoiles sans nombre ?
Chaque rayon d'en haut est-il un fil de l'ombre
Liant l'homme aux soleils ?
How Are You Sanitary?
© Francis Bret Harte
Down the picket-guarded lane
Rolled the comfort-laden wain,
Such Is The Sickness Of Many A Good Thing
© Robert Duncan
so taut it taunts the song,
it resists the touch. It grows dark
to draw down the lovers hand
from its lightness to whats
underground.
Italy : 43. The Bag Of Gold
© Samuel Rogers
I dine very often with the good old Cardinal * * and, I
should add, with his cats; for they always sit at his table,
and are much the gravest of the company. His beaming
countenance makes us forget his age; nor did I ever see
Sonnet
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To the River OtterDear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!
How many various-fated years have past,
What happy and what mournful hours, since last
I skimm'd the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Sonnet 88: Out, Traitor Absence
© Sir Philip Sidney
Out, traitor Absence, darest thou counsel me
From my dear captainess to run away,
Because in brave array here marched she
That to win me, oft shows a present pay?
To The Rev. George Coleridge
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Notus in fratres animi paterni.
Hor. Carm. lib.II.2.A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,
The Lost Battle
© Alfred Noyes
It is not over yet-the fight
Where those immortal dreamers failed.
They stormed the citadels of night,
And the night praised them-and prevailed.
In Praise of Mandragora
© Muriel Stuart
O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praise
Of life, and death, and immortality,-
Of passion, that goes famished all her days,-
Of Faith, or fantasy;
Thou, all unpraised, unsung, I make this rhyme to thee.
To Dorothy Wellesley
© William Butler Yeats
STRETCH towards the moonless midnight of the trees,
As though that hand could reach to where they stand,
Duty Surviving Self-Love
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret ?
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,
A Mixed Battle Song
© Henry Lawson
Lo! the Boars tail is salted, and the Kangaroos exalted,
And his right eye is extinguished by a man-o-warsmans cap;
To William Wordsworth
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers.
© William Cullen Bryant
It is the spot I came to seek,--
My fathers' ancient burial-place
Ere from these vales, ashamed and weak,
Withdrew our wasted race.
It is the spot--I know it well--
Of which our old traditions tell.
Beauty. Part II
© Henry James Pye
Of all that Nature's rural prospects yield,
The chrystal fountain and the flow'ry field,
To Rich Givers
© Walt Whitman
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money-these, as I
