All Poems
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The Materialist
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
MY soul has left its tent of clay
And seeks from star to star,
The Death of William Rufus
© Robert Fuller Murray
The Red King's gone a-hunting, in the woods his father made
For the tall red deer to wander through the thicket and the glade,
The King and Walter Tyrrel, Prince Henry and the rest
Are all gone out upon the sport the Red King loves the best.
Let The Weary World Go Round
© Alfred Austin
Heart, heart! be thou content!
Accept thy banishment;
Like other sorrows, life will end for thee.
Yet for a little while
Bear with this harsh exìle,
And Death will soften and will send for thee.
Rimas VII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Del salon en el angulo obscuro,
De su dueno tal vez olvidada,
Silenciosa y cubierta de polvo
Veiase el arpa.
The Shepherd Wind
© Virna Sheard
When hills and plains are powdered white,
And bitter cold the north wind blows,
Upon my window in the night
A fairy-garden grows.
Contentment
© Eugene Field
Happy the man that, when his day is done,
Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--
Woodrow Wilson
© Robinson Jeffers
It said "Yet perhaps your vision was less great
Than some you scorned, it has not proved even so practicable;
Lenin
Enters this pass with less reluctance. As to betrayals: there are so
many
Betrayals, the Russians and the Germans know."
The Rose
© Robert Southey
Nay EDITH! spare the rose!--it lives--it lives,
It feels the noon-tide sun, and drinks refresh'd
In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)
© Edward Thomas
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
The Goring
© Sylvia Plath
Arena dust rusted by four bulls' blood to a dull redness,
The afternoon at a bad end under the crowd's truculence,
The ritual death each time botched among dropped capes, ill-judged
stabs,
The strongest will seemed a will towards ceremony. Obese, dark-
Faced in his rich yellows, tassels, pompons, braid, the picador
The Poet's Delay
© Henry David Thoreau
IN vain I see the morning rise,
In vain observe the western blaze,
Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower
© William Wordsworth
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.
Giorgione At Castelfranco
© Arthur Symons
Iwent to seek a many-coloured soul,
But here all colours burn into one white
The Burial Of Moliere
© Andrew Lang
Ah, Moliere, for that last time of all,
Man's hatred broke upon thee, and went by,
And did but make more fair thy funeral.
Though in the dark they hid thee stealthily,
Thy coffin had the cope of night for pall,
For torch, the stars along the windy sky!
Sonnet XXXII: Like as the Spotless Ermelin
© Samuel Daniel
To M. P.
Like as the spotless Ermelin distress'd,
The Sin Of Detection
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SHE bowed her face among them all, as one
By one they rose and went. A little scorn
The Harebell
© Muriel Stuart
You give me no portent of impermanence
Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
Your bright, inherited crown
Withered and fallen down.
The Feet of the Young Men
© Rudyard Kipling
He must go - go - go away from here!
On the other side the world he's overdue.
'Send your road is clear before you where the old Spring-fret comes o'er you,
And the Red Gods call for you!
