All Poems
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Behind The Arras
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
As in some dim baronial hall restrained,
A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doors
Sympathy
© George MacDonald
Grief held me silent in my seat;
I neither moved nor smiled:
Joy held her silent at my feet,
My shining lily-child.
For The Same Book ( To Louisa C, For Her Album)
© John Kenyon
With all its best of sense and wit
Each Album's earlier leaves are writ;
No pagebut Love and Friendship on it
Shower dainty prose and perfumed sonnet;
While not one troubling thought comes nigh
Of future dearth and vacancy.
May
© Hilaire Belloc
How often, bosomed in the breathing strong
Of mosses and young flowerets, have I lain
And watched the clouds, and caught the sheltered song -
Which it were more than life to hear again -
Of those small birds that pipe it all day long
Not far from Marly by the memoried Seine.
Consider The Ravens
© George MacDonald
But I consider further, and find
A hungry bird has a free mind;
He is hungry to-day, not to-morrow,
Steals no comfort, no grief doth borrow;
This moment is his, thy will hath said it,
The next is nothing till thou hast made it.
A Girl's Song
© Katharine Tynan
The Meuse and Marne have little waves;
The slender poplars o'er them lean.
One day they will forget the graves
That give the grass its living green.
Borrow'd Plumes
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Of borrow'd plumes I take the sin,
My extracts will apply
To some few silly songs which in
These pages scatter'd lie.
Amours De Voyage, Canto III
© Arthur Hugh Clough
- domus Albuneae resonantis,
Et praeceps Anio, et Tibuni lucus, et uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis
"I found an orchid in the valley fair"
© Lesbia Harford
I found an orchid in the valley fair,
And named it for us both,
And left it there.
Two flowers upon one stem, white-souled, alone.
I couldn't pull them up,
And bring them home.
New-Year's Eve, 1850
© James Russell Lowell
This is the midnight of the century,--hark!
Through aisle and arch of Godminster have gone
Luther Benson
© James Whitcomb Riley
AFTER READING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
POOR victim of that vulture curse
The Golden Hoofprints
© William Henry Ogilvie
I WALKED one day on a road in Devon
A road that rose till it touched the blue,
Where high in the curtained halls of Heaven
The God of all beauty reigned, I knew.
A Song For Freedom
© Anonymous
Come all ye bondmen far and near,
Let's put a song in massa's ear,
It is a song for our poor race,
Who're whipped and trampled with disgrace.
The Crosse
© George Herbert
What is this strange and uncouth thing
To make me sigh, and seek, and faint, and die,
Untill I had some place, where I might sing,
And serve thee; and not onely I,
But all my wealth, and familie might combine
To set thy honour up, as our designe.
The Night Of Trafalgar
© Thomas Hardy
In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved round the
land,
The Incarnation, And Passion
© Henry Vaughan
LORD, when Thou didst Thyself undress,
Laying by Thy robes of glory,
To make us more, Thou wouldst be less,
And becam'st a woful story.
Ecrit sur le tombeau
© Victor Marie Hugo
Vieux lierre, frais gazon, herbe, roseaux, corolles ;
Eglise où l'esprit voit le Dieu qu'il rêve ailleurs ;
Mouches qui murmurez d'ineffables paroles
À l'oreille du pâtre assoupi dans les fleurs ;
Insomniac
© Sylvia Plath
The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
