All Poems
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Lucifers Deputy
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A POET once, whose tuneful soul, perchance,
Too fondly leaned toward sin, and sin's romance,
On a long vanished eve, so calm and clear
None could have deemed an evil spirit near,
To a Friend
© Kenneth Slessor
ADAM, because on the mind's roads
Your mouth is always in a hurry,
Because you know odes
And ways to make a curry,
Private Property
© Aldous Huxley
Like fauns embossed in our domain,
We look abroad, and our calm eyes
Mark how the goatish gods of pain
Revel; and if by grim surprise
They break into our paradise,
Patient we build its beauty up again.
The Prisoner Of Chillon
© George Gordon Byron
Sonnet on Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
I Conquer The World With Words
© Nizar Qabbani
I conquer the world with words,
conquer the mother tongue,
Resurrection, imperfect
© John Donne
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast
As yet, the wound thou tookst on friday last;
Nathan The Wise - Act I
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
O Nathan, Nathan,
How miserable you had nigh become
During this little absence; for your house -
Sonnet XXIX: The Moonstar
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,
Because my lady is more lovely still.
To A Certain Nation
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
We will not let thee be, for thou art ours.
We thank thee still, though thou forget these things,
For that hour's sake when thou didst wake all powers
With a great cry that God was sick of kings.
False Prophets
© George MacDonald
Would-be prophets tell us
We shall not re-know
Them that walked our fellows
In the ways below!
The Rocks
© William Makepeace Thackeray
I look to see her image in the well;
I only see my eyes, my own sad eyes.
My mother is alone among the rocks.
The King's Task
© Rudyard Kipling
After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name,
In the years that the lights were darkened, or ever St. Wilfrid
Nellie Lost and Found
© Henry Clay Work
Wake the boys to search for Nellie!
Stay not for the dawn;
Who shall sleep when from the mother's fold
One little lamb is gone.
Sonnet VIII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How many masks wear we, and undermasks,
Upon our countenance of soul, and when,
Spear Thistle
© John Clare
Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The suncrackt upland's russet swells adorns.
Shadows on the Floor
© Henry Clay Work
Out of employ! out of employ!
Distress in the cottage where once there was joy;
How frightful the shadows that fall on the floor
When Want and Starvation appear at the door!
I Want It Now
© Roald Dahl
Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way
An Epitaph on the Death of Nicholas Grimald
© Barnabe Googe
A thousand doltish geese we might have spared,
A thousand witless heads death might have found,
A taken them for whom no man had cared,
And laid them low in deep oblivious ground:
But fortune favors fool, as old men say,
And lets them live, and takes the wise away.
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The Eng
© John Milton
Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his ten
Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons,
which Ens thus speaking, explains.
Seventeen
© Robert Nichols
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,
All shadows joyfuller than lissom hounds
