All Poems
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Polly Be-en Upzides Wi Tom
© William Barnes
Ah! yesterday, d'ye know, I voun'
Tom Dumpy's cwoat an' smock-frock, down
Curly Locks
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
Le Dernier Huron (1)
© Francois-Xavier Garneau
TRIOMPHE, destinée ! Enfin, ton heure arrive.
O peuple, tu ne seras plus.
The Somnambulist
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oaks and a water. By the water--eyes,
Ice-green and steadfast as cold stars; and hair
A Brown Study
© Edith Nesbit
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Robins Secret
© Katharine Lee Bates
T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather,
For a bird to trill and warble, all his wee red breast a-swell.
I ve a secret. You may listen till your blue eyes dance and glisten,
Little maiden, but I ll never, never, never, never tell.
A Glimpse Of Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the shadow of a broken house,
Down a deserted street,
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs,
And the silence of dead feet
Locked wildly in one another's arms
I saw two lovers meet.
A Birth-Night Song
© Katharine Tynan
The Child is rocked on Mary's knee,
Cold in the stall this bitter night,
And "Lullalay-loo," soft singeth she,
"My little Boy and Heaven's Delight!"
When singing stars went up the sky
The Prince of Peace oped a sweet eye.
Le Balcon
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des mattresses
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou !
The beauty of caresses that have been,
The evenings and the hearth remember now,
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
Twilight
© Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
Electric moons glow
On long bent stalks
The telegraph wires hum
In gentle unseen hands;
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
O friend! my heart is sad: 'tis strange,
As I sit musing on the change
That has come o'er my fate, and cast
A longing look upon the past,
That pleasant time comes back again
So freshly to my heart and brain,
Hindrances
© Jeremy Taylor
He that will sow his field with hopefull seed,
Must every bramble, every thistle weed;
And when each hindrance to the graine is gone,
A fruitfull crop shall rise of corn alone.
You may forget but
© Sappho
You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
will think of us
I have no complaint
© Sappho
I have no complaint
prosperity that
the golden Muses
gave me was no
delusion: dead, I
won't be forgotten
Reader Of Books
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
My dear friend, and I have tried to find
My paradise in serfdom of a soul,
I liked them all the odd ways of a mind
Without hopes, or memories, or goals.
Kookoorookoo! Kookoorookoo!
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!
Crows the cock before the morn;
A Fragment
© Washington Allston
But most they wondered at the charm she gave
To common things, that seemed as from the grave
A Connachtman
© Padraic Colum
IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,
Nor my wake house a silent place :
For who would keep back the hundreds
Who would touch my breast and my face?
