All Poems
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Arabian Night's Entertainments
© William Ernest Henley
Once on a time
There was a little boy: a master-mage
Change and Death
© Charles Harpur
We build but for change and for death,
To whom a like homage pay glory and shame;
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Cromer
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Cromer,
Who stood on one leg to read Homer;
When he found he grew stiff,
He jumped over the cliff,
Which concluded that Person of Cromer.
The Voyage
© Heinrich Heine
As at times a moonbeam pierces
Through the thickest cloudy rack,
So to me, through days so dreary,
One bright image struggles back.
Invitation To The Country
© George Meredith
Dry-fruited firs are dropping their cones,
And vista'd avenues of pines
Take richer green, give fresher tones,
As morn after morn the glad sun shines.
Psalm II.
© John Milton
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
Muse a vain thing, the Kings of th'earth upstand
With power, and Princes in their Congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each Land,
London Types: Hawker
© William Ernest Henley
Far out of bounds he'd figured-in a race
Of West-End traffic pitching to his loss.
Elegy In April And September (Jabbered Among The Trees)
© Wilfred Owen
Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen…
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.
Halte En Marchant
© Victor Marie Hugo
Une brume couvrait l'horizon ; maintenant,
Voici le clair midi qui surgit rayonnant ;
Gotham - Book I
© Charles Churchill
Far off (no matter whether east or west,
A real country, or one made in jest,
Night Rhapsody
© Robert Nichols
How beautiful it is to wake at night,
When over all there reigns the ultimate spell
My Friend
© James Whitcomb Riley
"He is my friend," I said,--
"Be patient!" Overhead
The skies were drear and dim;
And lo! the thought of him
Smited on my heart--and then
The sun shone out again!
The Masters
© Margaret Widdemer
YOU have taught me laughter,
Joyousness and light,
How the day is rosy-wild,
Star-enthrilled the night:
Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh
© Edith Nesbit
In answer to those who have said that English Poets
give no personal love to their country.
The Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;
They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years;
They bring the bitterest cares we know, their mothers' sharpest pain,
Then smile our world to loveliness, like sunshine after rain.
