All Poems
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"What weeping, or what dewfall,"
© Torquato Tasso
What weeping, or what dewfall,
Whose then were those tears,
Song: Tis Not the Beam
© Joseph Rodman Drake
'Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye,
Nor the smile of her lip of rosy dye,
Ballade 1
© Eustache Deschamps
The stag was very proud of his swiftness,
Of running ten miles in one breath,
Boomerang
© Rex Ingamells
This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
Heedless O My Love
© William Barnes
Oh! I vu'st know'd o' my true love,
As the bright moon up above,
Faint With Love, The Lady Of The South
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Faint with love, the Lady of the South
Lay in the paradise of Lebanon
Under a heaven of cedar boughs: the drouth
Of love was on her lips; the light was gone
Out of her eyes--
Accolon Of Gaul: Part II
© Madison Julius Cawein
"She comes! her presence, like a moving song
Breathed soft of loveliest lips and lute-like tongue,
Sways all the gurgling forests from their rest:
I fancy where her rustling foot is pressed,
So faltering, love seems timid, but how strong
That darling love that flutters in her breast!
Improvisation On An Old Song
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Growing, growing, all the glory going;
Flashing out of fire and light, burning to a husk,
All the world's a-dying and failing in the dusk--
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
War-Song Of The Spanish Patriots
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
High the crimson banner wave!
Ours be conquest or the grave!
Spirits of our noble sires,
Lo! your sons, with kindred fires,
Unconquer'd glow!
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor were the rest astonished. Even he,
Natalia's lord, in all complacent grace
Looked on approving of her act when she
Stepped forward with her face to Adrian's face,
Where Without Whom
© Octavio Paz
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
That Rock Was Christ
© John Newton
When Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst,
Forth from the rock the waters burst;
And all their future journey through
Yielded them drink, and Gospel too!
The Land Of Kisses
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Where is the Land of Kisses,
Can you tell, tell, tell?
Boy O' Mine
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you,
This is my dream and my thought and my care for you:
Strong be the spirit which dwells in the breast of you,
Never may folly or shame get the best of you;
You shall be tempted in fancied security,
But make no choice that is stained with impurity.
The Unusual Goose And The Imbecilic Woodcutter
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
And THE MORAL: It isn't much use,
As the woodcutter found to be true,
To lay for an innocent goose
Just because she is laying for you.
On Napoleon's Death
© Mikhail Lermontov
Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity.
Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny!
They only could o'erthrow, who thee did elevate--
Forever thus remains thy greatness great!
To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of T
© Andrew Marvell
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name
The good Interpreter. Some in this task
Take of the Cypress vail, but leave a mask,
