All Poems
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The Singer In The Prison
© Walt Whitman
O sight of pity, gloom, and dole!
O pardon me, a hapless Soul!
The Short Road To Heaven
© Katharine Tynan
There's a short road to Heaven, but you must take it young,
And if you're for long living the road is all as long;
A long road, a hard road, with many a turn and twist.
The longer you'll be travelling, the easier it's missed.
The First Spring Day
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing;
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
© George Gordon Byron
Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
The Weaver
© Anonymous
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Sonnet On Affixing A Tablet To The Memory Of Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks Against The Rock Of T
© Barron Field
I have been musing what our Banks had said
And Cook, had they had second sight, that here
Rubaiyat 13
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Every friend who talked of love, became a foe.
Every eagle shifted its shape to a crow.
They say the night is pregnant, and I say,
Who is the father? And how do you know?
The Gardener
© Arthur Symons
The gardener in his old brown hands
Turns over the brown earth,
As if he loves and understands
The flowers before their birth,
The fragile childish little strands
He buries in the earth.
Twas CrisisAll the length had passed
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas CrisisAll the length had passed
That dullbenumbing time
There is in Fever or Event
And now the Chance had come
My Jolly Friend's Secret
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,
Since you've taken you a mate?--
A Legacy
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.
Being is without end; for changeless laws
Bind that from which the All its glory draws
Of living treasures endlessly possessed.
Moss by Bruce Guernsey: American Life in Poetry #78 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
greening in the dark,
longing for north,
the silence
of birds gone south.
I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name
© George Gordon Byron
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
Housesso the Wise Men tell me
© Emily Dickinson
"Houses"so the Wise Men tell me
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!
When I would Imagine
© George Meredith
When I would image her features,
Comes up a shrouded head:
I touch the outlines, shrinking;
She seems of the wandering dead.
The Seaside And The Fireside : Dedication
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom,
Hears round about him voices as it darkens,
And seeing not the forms from which they come,
Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens;
