All Poems
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© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,
Our work is done, God knoweth how!
As on the thronged, unrestful town
The patience of the moon looks down,
A Pat On The Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
A PAT on the back is a wonderful thing,
It gives a man courage to whistle and sing;
The Invective of Achilles--V. 225
© George Meredith
"Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a deer, thou!
Never to join to thy warriors armed for the press of the conflict,
The Missionary - Introduction
© William Lisle Bowles
_Characters._--Valdivia, commander of the Spanish armies--Lautaro, his
page, a native of Chili--Anselmo, the missionary--Indiana, his adopted
daughter, wife of Lautaro--Zarinel, the wandering minstrel.
The English Revolution Of 1848
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
HO ye that nothing have to lose! ho rouse ye, one and all!
Come from the sinks of the New Cut, the purlieus of Vauxhall!
The Tournament. An Interlude
© Thomas Chatterton
BERGHAMME.
Nowe, nowe, Syrr Knyghte, attoure thie beeveredd eyne,
I have borne downe, and efte doe gauntlette thee.
Swythenne begynne, and wrynn thie shappe orr myne;
Gyff thou dyscomfytte, ytt wylle dobblie bee.
Of One Who Died In Spring
© George MacDonald
Loosener of springs, he died by thee!
Softness, not hardness, sent him home;
He loved thee-and thou mad'st him free
Of all the place thou comest from!
ElegyXI: The Bracelet
© John Donne
NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,
For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;
Barren Woman
© Sylvia Plath
Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas.
In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
Nun-hearted and blind to the world. Marble lilies
Exhale their pallor like scent.
T.a.h.
© Ambrose Bierce
YES, he was that, or that, as you prefer,
Did so and so, though, faith, it was nt all;
The Princess And The Goblins
© Sylvia Plath
From fabrication springs the spiral stair
up which the wakeful princess climbs to find
the source of blanching light that conjured her
To The Lord Falkland
© Abraham Cowley
FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN
EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS.
After Ascension
© Katharine Tynan
Those twelve years from Ascension
Until the day of meeting broke,
She was not so much all alone
As it might seem to common folk,
Because no day passed without bliss:
He gives Himself back to her kiss.
Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
© Sir Philip Sidney
When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:
My Beard
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
My beard grows down to my toes,
I never wears no clothes,
I wraps my hair
Around my bare,
And down the road I goes.