All Poems
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L'heure verte
© Charles Cros
Comme bercée en un hamac,
La pensée oscille et tournoie,
A cette heure où tout estomac
Dans un flot d'absinthe se noie.
Birds
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THAT'S the dove, my darling!
Murmurous, soft and tender;
There! she's mooning, crooning,
On a pine-branch slender.
Anticipation, October 1803
© William Wordsworth
SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won!
On British ground the Invaders are laid low;
At The Close Of The Year
© John Newton
Let hearts and tongues unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise:
'Tis duty, mingled with delight,
To sing the Saviour's praise.
The Angel Of Patience
© John Greenleaf Whittier
To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest Angel gently comes
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet in tenderest love, our dear
And Heavenly Father sends him here.
I had a little nut-tree,
© Roald Dahl
I had a little nut-tree,
Nothing would it bear.
I searched in all its branches,
But not a nut was there.
Sea Calm
© Langston Hughes
How still,
How strangely still
The water is today,
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.
Sweet Fern
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The subtle power in perfume found
Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;
On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound
No censer idly burned.
At The Farragut Statue
© Robert Seymour Bridges
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always gathered there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
The Three Kings. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.
The White Vigil
© Madison Julius Cawein
Last night I dreamed I saw you lying dead,
And by your sheeted form stood all alone:
Frail as a flow'r you lay upon your bed,
And on your still face, through the casement, shone
The moon, as lingering to kiss you there
Fall'n asleep, white violets in your hair.
At School-Close
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.
The White Bird
© Lola Ridge
Ah, what a mighty destiny shall be yours,
Should you persuade her
The Unconstrainable One
Who has slid out of the arms of so many lovers,
Leaving'not'a feather in their hands!
On A Goldfinch, Starved To Death In His Cage
© William Cowper
Time was when I was free as air,
The thistle's downy seed my fare,
The Mothers Visit
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LONG years ago she visited my chamber,
Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand;
Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids,
Fair as an angel from the unknown land:
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, watching over me.
When My Ship Comes In
© Edgar Albert Guest
You shall have satin and silk to wear,
When my ship comes in;
Life and Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine
To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,
Death of a Believer
© Rudyard Kipling
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,
Estrangement
© James Russell Lowell
The path from me to you that led,
Untrodden long, with grass is grown,
Mute carpet that his lieges spread
Before the Prince Oblivion
When he goes visiting the dead.
