All Poems
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Song 5
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love,
and all the words of the old, and so moral,
To a Mountain
© Henry Kendall
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light - to thee,
A Lament
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,
One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;
One heart from among us no longer shall thrill
With joy in our gladness, or grief in our ill.
The Ballad of the Clampherdown
© Rudyard Kipling
It was our war-ship Clampherdown
Would sweep the Channel clean,
Wherefore she kept her hatches close
When the merry Channel chops arose,
To save the bleached marine.
Central Park At Dusk
© Sara Teasdale
Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.
The Buried Flower
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,
Love's Servile Lot
© Robert Southwell
LOVE, mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little Love
Their service doth deserve.
Before The Snow
© Andrew Lang
Beyond lie church and steeple, with their old
And rusty vanes that rattle as they veer,
A sharper gust would shake them from their hold,
Yet up that path, in summer of the year,
And past that melancholy pile we strolled
To pluck wild strawberries, with merry cheer.
The Philosopher and the Philantropist
© James Kenneth Stephen
Searching an infinite Where,
Probing a bottomless When,
Rubaiyat 10
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Candles story how can I tell?
Of the broken hearts living hell?
My sorrow is in how I can find
Another who knows these sorrows well.
This Quiet Dust
© John Hall Wheelock
For, as all flesh must die, so all,
Now dust, shall live. 'Tis natural;
Yet hardly do I understand --
Here in the hollow of my hand
A bit of God Himself I keep,
Between two vigils fallen asleep.
Light-Winged Smoke
© Henry David Thoreau
LIGHT-WINGED Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
The Voyageur
© William Henry Drummond
Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight,
On de night of de young new year,
Peace
© Eleanor Agnes Lee
Suddenly bells and flags!
Suddenly - door to door -
Tidings! Can we believe,
We, who were used to war?
Initiation
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The wind has fal'n asleep; the bough that tost
Is quiet; the warm sun's gone; the wide light
Sinks and is almost lost;
Yet the April day glows on within my mind
Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue)
© William Makepeace Thackeray
I paced upon my beat
With steady step and slow,
All huppandownd of Ranelagh Street:
Ran'lagh St. Pimlico.
Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn
© Amelia Opie
FAREWEL gay Summer! now the changing wind
That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat;
It fades the roses which thy temples bind,
And the green sandals which adorn thy feet.
Wind In The Valley
© Arthur Symons
All the valley fills with wind
As a rock-pool with the tide;
And the tumult, clashed and dinned,
Floods like waters far and wide.
