All Poems
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On One Ignorant And Arrogant (Translated From Owen)
© William Cowper
Thou mayst of double ignorance boast,
Who know'st not that thou nothing know'st.
The Prayer
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Many worlds have I made," said the Good God,
"But this is best of all,"
On A Picture Of Seneca Dying In A Bath, By Jordain
© Matthew Prior
While cruel Nero only drains
The moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,
On Mr. Howard's Account Of Lazarettos
© William Lisle Bowles
Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude,
The path of good right onward hast pursued;
At The Ferry
© Archibald Lampman
On such a day the shrunken stream
Spends its last water and runs dry;
The Shepherd Lady
© Jean Ingelow
Who pipes upon the long green hill,
Where meadow grass is deep?
The white lamb bleats but followeth on-
Follow the clean white sheep.
The dear white lady in yon high tower,
She hearkeneth in her sleep.
A salutation of his Majesties Ship the Soveraign
© Henry King
Move on thou floating Trophee built to fame!
And bid her trump spread thy Majestick name;
That the blew Tritons, and those petty Gods
Which sport themselves upon the dancing floods,
Fand, A Feerie Act II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
In the land of the living are kingdoms twain,
Kingdoms twain,--nay, kingdoms three;
One is of sunshine and one of rain,
And one of the moonlight without a stain.
The moonlight people, of these are we,
The ever--happy, the Sidhe, the Sidhe.
The Coo Of The Cushat
© Ada Cambridge
Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets,
Over the hedges of snow-white thorn,
Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms,
The musical coo of the cushat is borne.
Heads And Tails
© Franklin Pierce Adams
If a single man is studious and quiet, people say
He is grouchy, he is old before his time;
If he's frivolous and flippant, if he treads the primrose way,
Then they mark him for a wild career of crime.
To Santa Claus
© James Whitcomb Riley
Most tangible of all the gods that be,
O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!
As first we scampered to thee-- now, as then,
Take us as children to thy heart again.
Ah! Where Are Hours Departed Fled? (excerpt)
© Walther von der Vogelweide
Ah! where are hours departed fled?
Is life a dream, or true indeed?
To A Friend Studying German
© Charles Godfrey Leland
VILL'ST dou learn die Deutsche Sprache?
Denn set it on your card,
Dat all the nouns have shenders,
Und de shenders all are hard.
Gold.
© Robert Crawford
Ah, Gold! 'tis filthy lucre, honour's shame,
For which so many a Judas still sells truth!
It is the devil's lure; yet good men use it,
And many a dove for sacrifice within
The temple's been sold for it.
Natural Magic.
© Robert Crawford
I have put by the schoolmen,
The seeming great and sage;
Nor will I taste the vintage
Brewed in the vats of Age;
The Finding Of The Lyre
© James Russell Lowell
There lay upon the ocean's shore
What once a tortoise served to cover;
