All Poems
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Contrasted Songs: Song Of The Going Away
© Jean Ingelow
“Old man, upon the green hillside,
With yellow flowers besprinkled o’er,
How long in silence wilt thou bide
At this low stone door?
From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race
© Henry Howard
From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race;
Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat.
Cock-crow
© Edward Thomas
Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night
To be cut down by the sharp axe of light, -
Imploring To Be Resigned At Death
© George Moses Horton
Let me die and not tremble at death,
But smile at the close of my day,
And then, at the flight of my breath,
Like a bird of the morning in May,
Go chanting away.
A Wife Bemoans Her Husband's Absence
© Confucius
So full am I of anxious thought,
Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,
To fill my arms I fail.
Like wisp all-tangled is my hair!
To wash it let me home repair.
My lord soon may I hail!
Lieutenant-Colonel Flare
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The earth has armies plenty,
And semi-warlike bands,
One Anguishin a Crowd
© Emily Dickinson
One Anguishin a Crowd
A Minor thingit sounds
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds
The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
His Lady Of The Sonnets XXVIII
© Robert Norwood
Accept the challenge of the royal hills,
And dare adventure as we always dared!
Life with red wine his golden chalice fills,
And bids us drink to all who forward fared
Those lost, white armies of the host of dream;
Those dauntless, singing pilgrims of the Gleam!
The Testament of John Lydgate - Excerpt
© John Lydgate
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see
What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace.
From 'The Cupboard' (Le buffet)
© Arthur Rimbaud
A large carved cupboard of white oak
emanates that relaxed gentle air
Old people have; open, it's kindly
shadows give off fragrances like fine
Speaking Of Hunting
© Franklin Pierce Adams
My paste pot escapes almost daily;
My scissors I never can find;
And I am the rotter who loses a blotter
More often than if he were blind.
Epitaph In Three Parts
© Sylvia Plath
Rocking across the lapis lazuli sea
comes a flock of bottle battleships
each with a telegram addressed to me.
The Ogre Slam-The-Door
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair,
And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall,
But alas! for the unhappy folks who make their dwelling there,
A dreadful ogre haunts the house and tries to kill them all.
Some day I fear will find them dead and stretched out in their gore
The victims of this ogre grim, this wicked Slam-the-door!
The People's Fleet
© Alfred Noyes
OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go,
A fleet of little ships, whose every name -
Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf and Snow,
Bums in this blackness like an altar-flame;
A Birth-Day Wish
© George MacDonald
Who know thee, love: thy life be such
That, ere the year be o'er,
Each one who loves thee now so much,
Even God, may love thee more!
The Huxter
© Edward Thomas
He has a hump like an ape on his back;
He has of money a plentiful lack;
And but for a gay coat of double his girth
There is not a plainer thing on the earth
This fine May morning.
The Haunted Garden
© Henry Treece
In this sad place
Memory hangs on the air
Fragile as Spring snail's tiny shell,
Coming to the sympathetic ear
Gentle as bud's green pulsing in the sun,
Suave as sin in a black velvet glove;
The Bushman
© Thomas Pringle
The Bushman sleeps within his black-browed den,
In the lone wilderness. Around him lie
