All Poems
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Overhead On A Saltmarsh
© Harold Monro
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Farewell To Brother Jonathan
© Anonymous
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the land
Of our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,
Who assumed all our rights as a favor to grant,
And whose smile ever covered the sting of a taunt;
Ballade Of Youth And Age
© William Ernest Henley
Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl -
Youth is the sign of them, one and all.
A smouldering hearth and a silent stage -
These are a type of the world of Age.
Scholar And The Carpenter
© Jean Ingelow
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,
And here and there men stood to reap,
Manna Hoarded
© John Newton
The manna favored Israel's meat,
Was gathered day by day;
When all the host was served, the heat
Melted the rest away.
An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson,
© Mary Barber
With Joy your Summons we obey,
And come to celebrate this Day.
Yet I, alas! despair to please;
For you require exalted Lays:
Chanson d'exil
© François Coppée
Triste exilé, qu'il te souvienne
Combien l'avenir était beau,
Quand sa main tremblait dans la tienne
Comme un oiseau,
Marriage Morn.
© Robert Crawford
Fades the moonlight on the sea,
And the dawn is coming in
What will this day bring for me,
This of all days, Evelyn?
A Successful Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
OTHERS may laugh at my feeble endeavor
To capture life's prizes, and others may sneer;
A Wish (III)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to wander
In forest paths, o'erarched with oak and beech;
The Dream Of Pio Nono
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IT chanced that while the pious troops of France
Fought in the crusade Pio Nono preached,
What time the holy Bourbons stayed his hands
(The Hur and Aaron meet for such a Moses),
Hymn To Venus And Cupid
© Robert Herrick
Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
Voice
© James Baker
Take my stand, don't let me preach.
You don't know my name, or my reason.
You just came along higher than might
And stole my voice and tried me for treason.
Her Portrait
© Jean Blewett
A little child, she stood that far-off day,
When Love, the master-painter, took the brush
Written For My Son, In A Bible Which Was Presented To Him.
© Mary Barber
Welcome, thou sacred, solemn Guest,
Who com'st to guide me to the Blest.
O Fountain of eternal Truth,
Thou gracious Guardian of my Youth!
Dream Voyageurs
© Duncan Campbell Scott
To ports of balm through isles of musk
The gentle airs are leading us;
The Prairie-Grass Dividing
© Walt Whitman
THE prairie-grass dividing-its special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,
Sonnet III
© George Santayana
Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine
That lights the pathway but one step ahead
Across a void of mystery and dread.
Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine
By which alone the mortal heart is led
Unto the thinking of the thought divine.
