All Poems
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Hamlet
© Boris Pasternak
The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
To discover in the distant echoes
What the coming years may hold in store.
La Maison DOr
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FROM this fair home behold on either side
The restful mountains or the restless sea
So the warm sheltering walls of life divide
Time and its tides from still eternity.
Soldier, Wake
© Sir Walter Scott
Soldier, wake - the day is peeping,
Honour ne'er was won in sleeping,
Hymn For The Fair At Chicago
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
O GOD! in danger's darkest hour,
In battle's deadliest field,
Thy name has been our Nation's tower,
Thy truth her help and shield.
Prayer Before Birth
© Louis MacNeice
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
Ronde Flamande
© Charles Cros
Si j'étais roi de la forêt,
Je mettrais une couronne
Toute d'or; en velours bleuet
J'aurais un trône,
The Song of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395
© Charles Kingsley
A harper came over the Danube so wide,
And he came into Alaric's hall,
And he sang the song of the little Baltung
To him and his heroes all.
Little Hands
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Soft little hands that stray and clutch,
Like fern fronds curl and uncurl bold,
Winter Evening
© Alexander Pushkin
The storm wind covers the sky
Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
Now it howls like a wolf,
Now it is crying, like a lost child,
Song XIX. - When bright Ophelia treads the green
© William Shenstone
When bright Ophelia treads the green,
In all the pride of dress and mien;
Averse to freedom, mirth and play,
The lofty rival of the day;
Methinks, to my enchanted eye,
The lilies droop, the roses die.
To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Portland
© Mary Barber
'Tis theirs, who but to please aspire,
On Fiction to employ the Lyre;
Make Gods and Goddesses display
The Splendor of the Nuptial Day.
Rimas LXIX
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Al brillar un relampago nacemos,
Y aun dura su fulgor, cuando morimos:
iTan corto es el vivir!
La gloria y el amor tras que corremos,
Sombras de un sueno son que perseguimos:
iDespertar es morir!
Roses And Rue
© Sara Teasdale
Bring me the roses white and red,
And take the laurel leaves away;
Yea, wreathe the roses round my head
That wearies 'neath the crown of bay.
One Friend
© Paramahansa Yogananda
Many clouds do race to hide Thee
Of friends and wealth and fame
Persian Poem
© Amir Khusro
Kafir-e-ishqam musalmani mara darkaar neest
Har rag-e mun taar gashta hajat-e zunnaar neest;
St. Jean B'ptiste
© Susie Frances Harrison
I
'TIS the day of the blessed St. Jean B'ptiste,
And the streets are full of the folk awaiting
The favourite French-Canadian feast.
