All Poems
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Utterance
© John Greenleaf Whittier
But what avail inadequate words to reach
The innermost of Truth? Who shall essay,
On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River
© Du Fu
I often saw you at the palace of the prince,
And twice at Cuis I heard you sing for hours.
This southern scenery seems colorful indeed,
When you are here among the fallen flowers.
Ode an die Freude
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
O Freunde, nicht diese Tone!
Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen
Und freudenvollere!
Sonnet XL: But Love
© Samuel Daniel
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again,
Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers;
To Love (Amanda)
© James Thomson
Sweet tyrant Love,- but hear me now!
And cure while young this pleasing smart;
Or rather aid my trembling vow,
And teach me to reveal my heart.
Cymru
© George Essex Evans
Dim in the mist of ages, seeking a resting-place,
Broke on the shores of Britain the wave of an Aryan race.
The Song Of Hiawatha XIX: The Ghosts
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Never stoops the soaring vulture
On his quarry in the desert,
Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Shooting
© Henry James Pye
The Monarch hears, and with reluctant eyes
Gives the consent his boding heart denies;
His brow a placid guise dissembling wears,
While Reason vainly combats stronger fears.
Deliverance Through Art
© Lesbia Harford
When I am making poetry I'm good
And happy then.
I live in a deep world of angelhood
Afar from men.
Heaven
© Virna Sheard
Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be
For such as I;
Who have not reached to their serenity
So sweet and high.
Camelus Saltat
© George Meredith
What say you, critic, now you have become
An author and maternal?--in this trap
Arnold Rode Behind
© Roderic Quinn
WE galloped down the sodden track
Close buttoned 'gainst the wind;
I took the lead with whip and spur,
And Arnold rode behind.
Sonnet
© Robert Southey
With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone
Life's upward road I journeyed many a day,
Gentle Annie
© Stephen C. Foster
Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.
Dear Grif
© Louisa May Alcott
"Dear Grif,
Here is a whiff
Of beautiful spring flowers;
The big red rose
Is for your nose,
As toward the sky it towers.
Autumn Air
© Li Po
The autumn air is clear,
The autumn moon is bright.
Fallen leaves gather and scatter,
The jackdaw perches and starts anew.
We think of each other- when will we meet?
This hour, this night, my feelings are hard.
