All Poems
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Sonnet III. O Thou, whose stern command and precepts pure...
© William Lisle Bowles
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure
(Tho' agony in every vein should start,
The Prairie Battlements
© Vachel Lindsay
Alice has a prarie grave.
The King and Queen lie low,
And aged Grandma Silver Dreams,
Four toombstones in a row.
But still in snow and sunshine
Stands our ancestral hall.
Old And New Year Ditties
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favourite things I had
Baulked of much desired:
Yet farther on my road to-day
God willing, farther on my way.
The Girl That Married Another Man
© Harry Kemp
Oh, it's easy come and it's easy go
With most of the little girls I know,-
Haul away, my bullies!
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Dutton
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Dutton,
Whose head was as small as a button,
So, to make it look big,
He purchased a wig,
And rapidly rushed about Dutton.
Give Us Rain
© Robert Graves
"Give us Rain, Rain," said the bean and the pea,
"Not so much Sun,
Not so much Sun."
But the Sun smiles bravely and encouragingly,
And no rain falls and no waters run.
The Lass Of Cessnock Banks
© Robert Burns
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells,
Could I describe her shape and mien!
Our lasses a' she far excels--
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
"Raging winter wind"
© Lesbia Harford
"Raging winter wind
Let loose in springtime
What is the message your cold touch brings?"
Spite of days and dreams,
Warm and easy and sublime,
Terror crouches always at the heart of things.
Sculptor
© Sylvia Plath
To his house the bodiless
Come to barter endlessly
Vision, wisdom, for bodies
Palpable as his, and weighty.
Peace
© Bliss William Carman
THE sleeping tarn is dark
Below the wooded hill.
Save for its homing sounds,
The twilit world grows still.
Eulogy for a veteran
© Anonymous
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
The Politician
© William Wilfred Campbell
Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
Were I time's sculptor, I would set this man.
Les Jardins
© André Marie de Chénier
Secrets observateurs, leur studieuse main
En des vases d'argile et de verre et d'airain
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A WEEK AT PARIS
When loud March from the East begins to blow,
And earth and heaven are black, then off we hie
By the night train to Paris, where we know
Visions for the Entertainment and Instruction of Younger Minds: Content
© Nathaniel Cotton
Far from the city I reside,
And a thatch'd cottage all my pride.
Song V
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:
Oh happy they who look on them.
Jac: Faber Stapul: By J: Scaliger.
© Thomas Parnell
a Nations praise thine ample glory be
or let the Nation find its praise in thee.
