All Poems
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Devotion
© Robert Frost
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
The Faerie Qveene
© Edmund Spenser
Me thought I saw the grave where she lay
Within that Temple, where the vestal flame
Canis Major
© Robert Frost
The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.
By a Bier-Side
© John Masefield
Beauty was in this brain and in this eager hand:
Death is so blind and dumb Death does not understand.
Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory,
Death makes justice a dream, and strength a traveller's story.
Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky.
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
Acceptance
© Robert Frost
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
What Fifty Said
© Robert Frost
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
To The Men Of Kent
© William Wordsworth
OCTOBER 1803
VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent,
Ye children of a Soil that doth advance
Her haughty brow against the coast of France,
Two Look at Two
© Robert Frost
Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
Written on a Wall at Woodstock
© Queen Elizabeth I
Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
The Last Word of a Blue Bird
© Robert Frost
As told to a child
As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, "Oh,
I was looking for you.
Der Pflaumenbaum (The Plum Tree, translation)
© Bertolt Brecht
Dem Pflaumenbaum, man glaubt ihm kaum,
Weil er nie eine Pflaume hat.
Doch er ist ein Pflaumenbaum:
Man kennt es an dem Blatt.
Reluctance
© Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
To Mary ----
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O Mary dear, that you were here
With your brown eyes bright and clear.
And your sweet voice, like a bird
Singing love to its lone mate
One Step Backward Taken
© Robert Frost
Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance
But Outer Space
© Robert Frost
But outer Space,
At least this far,
For all the fuss
Of the populace
Stays more popular
Than populous
A Peck of Gold
© Robert Frost
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
The Hindoo Girls Song
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
FLOAT onfloat onmy haunted bark,
Above the midnight tide;
Bear softly o'er the waters dark
The hopes that with thee glide.
A Patch of Old Snow
© Robert Frost
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
The Runaway
© Robert Frost
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,
We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose colt?'
A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall,
The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head
