All Poems
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Our Little Girl
© James Whitcomb Riley
Her heart knew naught of sorrow,
Nor the vaguest taint of sin--
Song Of A Tribe Of The Ancient Egyptians
© Rupert Brooke
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd?but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
A Psalm Of Councel
© Joseph Furphy
Though some good folks may take it ill,
As trifling with parsonic frill,
Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn
© Emily Jane Brontë
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
'Tis three long hours before the morn
And I watch lonely, drearily
So come thou shade commune with me
In Time Of Silver Rain
© Langston Hughes
In time of silver rain
The earth puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,
And over all the plain
The wonder spreads
Improvement
© Edgar Albert Guest
The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;
In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you're free;
Sonnet XV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling
From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,
The Good Shepherd (From The Spanish Of Lope De Vega)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Shepherd! who with thine amorous sylvan songs
Hast broken the slumber that encompassed me,
The Chaperon
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
I take my chaperon to the play--
She thinks she's taking me.
And the gilded youth who owns the box,
A proud young man is he;
Scotch Drink
© Robert Burns
Let other poets raise a fracas
Bout vines, and wines, an drucken Bacchus,
An crabbit names an stories wrack us,
An grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or Jug.
Youth And The Pilgrim
© Sara Teasdale
Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?
Epitaph on S.P., a Child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel
© Benjamin Jonson
Weep with me, all you that read
This little story;
Ever And Only.
© Robert Crawford
Be with me ever and only,
No other in thought with you;
Only without me lonely,
Ever in this way true.
An Impression
© Archibald Lampman
I heard the city time-bells call
Far off in hollow towers,
And one by one with measured fall
Count out the old dead hours;
The Juggler's Song
© Rudyard Kipling
Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun,
Search me well and watch me close!
Tell me how my tricks are done-
Tell me how the mango grows!
Brothers
© James Weldon Johnson
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter's trap.
Oh mountains of Albania (excerpt from Bucolics and Georgics)
© Naim Frashëri
Oh mountains of Albania and you, oh mighty oaks,
Broad plains with all your flowers, day and night I contemplate you,
The Battle Of Moncontour
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour,
When the children of darkness and evil had power,
When the horsemen of Valois triumphantly trod
On the bosoms that bled for their rights and their God.
At The Ferry
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, dim and wan came in the dawn,
And gloomy closed the day;
The killdee whistled among the weeds,
The heron flapped in the river reeds,
And the snipe piped far away.
