All Poems
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To The River
© Edgar Allan Poe
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;
A Bank Fraud
© Rudyard Kipling
He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse;
He purchased raiment and forbore to pay';
He stuck a trusting junior with a horse,
And won gymkhanas in a doubtful way.
Then 'twixt a vice and folly, turned aside
To do good deeds and straight to cloak them, lied.
Man and Dog
© Edward Thomas
''Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.'
The old man stared up at the mistletoe
Intoxication
© Boris Pasternak
Under osiers with ivy ingrown
We are trying to hide from bad weather.
I am clasping your arms in my own,
In one cloak we are huddled together.
Inscription For A Hermitage In The Author's Garden
© William Cowper
This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears,
Built as it has been in our waning years,
A rest afforded to our weary feet,
Preliminary to--the last retreat.
A Dream
© William Cullen Bryant
I had a dream--a strange, wild dream--
Said a dear voice at early light;
And even yet its shadows seem
To linger in my waking sight.
"`Roses crimson, roses white"
© Alfred Austin
`Every wall is white with roses
`Every wall is white with roses,
Linnets pair in every tree;
Brim your beakers, twine your posies,
Kiss and quaff ere Springtime closes;
Bloom and beauty quickly flee.'
Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art
© Sir Philip Sidney
Desire, though thou my old companion art,
And oft so clings to my pure love, that I
One from the other scarcely can descry,
While each doth blow the fire of my heart;
On Being Asked to Write a School Hymn
© Charles Causley
On a starless night and still
Underneath a sleeping hill
Comes the cry of sheep and kine
From the slaughter house to mine.
Parted Presence
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
LOVE, I speak to your heart,
Your heart that is always here.
The Roosting Crows
© Li Po
On Soochows terrace the crows find their nests.
The King of Wu in his palace drinks with Hsi Shih.
Songs of Wu, Dances of Chu quicken their pleasure
One half of the sun is caught in the valleys throat.
Vision
© Harry Crosby
colors revolve dressing and undressing
I lash them with my fury
stark white with iron black
harsh red with blue
marble green with bright orange
and only gold remains naked
Sonnet -- The Snow-Drop
© Mary Darby Robinson
THOU meekest emblem of the infant year,
Why droops so cold and wan thy fragrant head ?
Ah ! why retiring to thy frozen bed,
Steals from thy silky leaves the trembling tear ?
Love Gregor; Or, The Lass Of Lochroyan
© Andrew Lang
"O wha will shoe my fu' fair foot?
And wha will glove my hand?
And wha will lace my middle jimp,
Wi' the new-made London band?
To the University of Cambridge
© Phillis Wheatley
While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,
The muses promise to assist my pen;
Diya
© Amy Lowell
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night!
See where it casts the shadow of that tree
Seeing Off a Friend
© Xue Tao
Tender reeds,
Overnight frost touched the marsh;
The cool moon
And mountain,
In haze softens lines too harsh,
Comrades 0' Mine
© William Henry Ogilvie
If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine,
When the sky in the East holds the grey of the dawn,
Patria (French & English)
© Victor Marie Hugo
(Musique de Beethoven)
Là-haut qui sourit ?
Est-ce un esprit ?
Est-ce une femme ?
