All Poems
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How Rumplestilz Held Out In Vain For A Bonus
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral is: All said and done,
There's nothing new beneath the sun,
And many times before, a title
Was incapacity's requital!
The Nightingale Near The House
© Harold Monro
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:
It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond
Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond
Stares. And you sing, you sing.
Fears In Solitude
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
[Image][Image][Image][Image][Image] May my fears,
My filial fears, be vain ! and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree : which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bowed not the delicate grass.
Au peuple
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il te ressemble ; il est terrible et pacifique.
Il est sous l'infini le niveau magnifique ;
Il a le mouvement, il a l'immensité.
Apaisé d'un rayon et d'un souffle agité,
The First Part: Sonnet 12 - Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,
© William Henry Drummond
Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,
And your tumultuous broils a while appease;
The Eight Formations
© Du Fu
Your achievements overshadowed
any in the Three Kingdoms;
most famous of all was your design
for the Eight Formations.
To A Young Ass
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Its mother being tethered near itPoor little Foal of an oppress?d race!
I love the languid patience of thy face:
And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread,
And clap thy ragged coat, and pat thy head.
Birth And Death.
© Robert Crawford
I who have known thee, Birth, must know Death too:
As old, old men their children's children fold
In their gaunt arms, and though their blood be cold
Feel their own youth burn in them as they view
Aftermath
© Sylvia Plath
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.
From Generation to Generation
© William Dean Howells
INNOCENT spirits, bright, immaculate ghosts!
Why throng your heavenly hosts,
As eager for their birth
In this sad home of death, this sorrow-haunted earth?
The Song Of Life
© George Essex Evans
Sing thou of Toil,
Of toil that moulds to-day the larger morrow!
Move with stout heart on Lifes great battle-field
And wear the motto Progress on thy shield.
All that is best is won through toil and sorrow.
Sing thou of Toil!
Exile
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.
Beowulf's Expedition To Heort
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thus then, much care-worn,
The son of Healfden
A Misunderstanding
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Then I were a fool so to dream
So, friend, grant your pardon to me.
She I loved and I lost was not you,
But what I had wished you to be.
In October
© Bliss William Carman
NOW come the rosy dogwoods,
The golden tulip-tree,
And the scarlet yellow maple,
To make a day for me.
A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the green little isle of Inchkenneth,
Who is it that walks by the shore,
So gay with his Highland blue bonnet,
So brave with his targe and claymore?
Food, Clothes And Drink
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHAT is food for, anyway?
Just to keep us through the day
Epigram
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.
Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All
© Walt Whitman
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-
