All Poems
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Good Night to the Season
© Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Good-night to the Season!the rages
Led off by the chiefs of the throng,
Father, Father Abraham
© James Weldon Johnson
Father, Father Abraham,
Today look on us from above;
On us, the offspring of thy faith,
The children of thy Christ-like love.
The Borough. Letter XXIV: Schools
© George Crabbe
pride, -
Their room, the sty in which th' assembly meet,
In the close lane behind the Northgate-street;
T'observe his vain attempts to keep the peace,
Till tolls the bell, and strife and troubles cease,
For the Airmen
© Katharine Tynan
THOU who guidest the swallow and wren,
Keep the paths of the flying men!
Grandfather's Love
© Sara Teasdale
They said he sent his love to me,
They wouldn't put it in my hand,
And when I asked them where it was
They said I couldn't understand.
Song.The transient time
© Louisa Stuart Costello
The transient time, for ever past,
How shall I dare review!
Operation
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Time, the superb physician, drew his breath,
"I'll just remove Youth, Health and Love," he said,
"The rest is for Consulting-Surgeon Death."
God, how I hated that peremptory head!
As through the ether came his sickening drawl
"Now this won't hurt. . . . Oh, it won't hurt at all."
An Altar-Flame
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
EVEN as when utter summer makes the grain
Bow heavily along through the whole land
Of Hym That Togyder Wyll Serve Two Masters
© Sebastian Brant
If any do hym wronge or injury
He must it suffer and pacyently endure
A double tunge with wordes like hony;
And of his offycis if he wyll be sure
He must be sober and colde of his langage,
More to a knave, than to one of hye lynage.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01:
© Conrad Aiken
As evening falls,
And the yellow lights leap one by one
Silences In The Mind
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Silences in the mind, the haunting Silences,
Silences daunting,
Chill as a cavern's air, immuring hollow gloom
Yet inly luring
Maui Victor
© Johannes Carl Andersen
Unhewn in quarry lay the Parian stone,
Ere hands, god-guided, of Praxiteles
The Champa Flower
© Rabindranath Tagore
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?
You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.
The Beggars
© Arthur Symons
It is the beggars who possess the earth.
Kings on their throne have but the narrow girth
The Fiddler
© Adelaide Crapsey
"There's be no roof to shelter you;
You'll have no where to lay your head.
From The Conflict Of Convictions
© Herman Melville
_Yea and Nay--_
_Each hath his say;_
_But God He keeps the middle way._
_None was by_
_When He spread the sky;_
_Wisdom is vain, and prophecy._
To a Sea-Gull
© Gerald Griffin
White bird of the tempest! O beautiful thing,
With the bosom of snow, and the motionless wing,
