All Poems
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On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats)
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a sense
Of honour-shaded thought,-- an influence
As from great nature's fingers, and be twined
Dream Fable
© Rabia al Basri
"Your prayers are your light;
Your devotion is your strength;
Sleep is the enemy of both.
Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.
If you ignore it, if you waste it,
You will only turn to dust."
Carmen Seculare. For the Year 1700. To The King
© Matthew Prior
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast
Into the long Records of Ages past:
Going To Sleep
© George MacDonald
Little one, you must not fret
That I take your clothes away;
Better sleep you so will get,
And at morning wake more gay-
Saith the children's mother.
Bitter Oranges
© Kostas Karyotakis
Oh, our little orange tree
all full of flowers
and like a bride dressed
all in white
The Giver
© George MacDonald
To give a thing and take again
Is counted meanness among men;
To take away what once is given
Cannot then be the way of heaven!
Im Out O Door
© William Barnes
I'm out, when, in the Winter's blast,
The zun, a-runnèn lowly round,
In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
© Robert Burns
The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul
© William Cowper
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!
Another Of The Same (A Report Song In A Dream)
© Nicholas Breton
Say that I should say I love ye,
Would you say 'tis but a saying?
But if Love in prayers move ye,
Will ye not be moved with praying?
Boats In A Fog
© Robinson Jeffers
Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,
The exuberant voices of music,
The Sunbeam
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall,
A joy thou art, and a wealth to all!
A bearer of hope unto land and sea:â
Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee?
The Wakened God
© Margaret Widdemer
The War-god wakened drowsily;
There were gold chains about his hands.
He said: "And who shall reap my lands
And bear the tithes to Death for me?
Fourth Sunday After Easter
© John Keble
My Saviour, can it ever be
That I should gain by losing Thee?
Not Now, When Skies Are Gold And Blue
© Edith Nesbit
And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long--
Not now can passion flower in song.
More Lifewent outwhen He went
© Emily Dickinson
More Lifewent outwhen He went
Than Ordinary Breath
Lit with a finer Phosphor
Requiring in the Quench
