All Poems
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The Door Of Humility
© Alfred Austin
ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
The How and Why of such as He;
Inscriptions: VIII: Ye Powers Unseen
© Mark Akenside
Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of Greece
Erected altars; ye who to the mind
Knoledge, Acquayntance, Resort, Fauour With Grace
© John Skelton
Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;
Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;
Victory
© Aline Murray Kilmer
I SHEATH my sword. In mercy go.
Turn back from me your hopeless eyes,
For in them all my anger dies:
I cannot face a beaten foe.
L'Ange Heurtebise (translated in english)
© Jean Cocteau
Angel Heurtebise pushes me;
And you, Lord Jesus, mercy,
Lift me, raise me to the corner
Of your pointed knees;
Undiluted pleasure. Thumb, untie
The rope! I die.
Noddin' By De Fire
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
SOME folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
Soon ez bedtime come erroun',
Sonnet II, Written At Cliefden Spring
© Henry James Pye
Here from the rifted rock, where boldly rise
The ilex shining with perennial green,
Verse On Lees Invasion Of The North
© Abraham Lincoln
Gen. Lees invasion of the North written by himself
In eighteen sixty three, with pomp,
The Troubadour
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A troubadour he played
Without a castle wall,
Within, a hapless maid
Responded to his call.
Your Dimension Of Greatness
© Anonymous
No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage - the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end!
The Timber Team
© William Henry Ogilvie
No medal and no cross they wear
No ribbon gleaming on the breast
The Dominion Of Australia {A Forecast}
© James Brunton Stephens
SHE is not yet, but he whose ear
Thrills to that finer atmosphere
How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In days of old the King of Saxe
Had singular opinions,
Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton
© William Wordsworth
BENEATH yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,
Rugged and high, of Charnwood's forest ground
Stand yet, but, Stranger! hidden from thy view,
The ivied Ruins of forlorn GRACE DIEU;
Fragment V
© James Macpherson
Dargo the mighty came on, like a
cloud of thunder. His brows were contracted
and dark. His eyes like two
caves in a rock. Bright rose their
swords on each side; dire was the clang
of their steel.
Shadows
© Richard Monckton Milnes
They seem'd, to those who saw them meet,
The casual friends of every day;
Her smile was undisturb'd and sweet,
His courtesy was free and gay.
Sent To Du Fu Below Shaqiu City
© Li Po
What is it that I've come to now?
High before me: Shaqiu city.
Beside the city, ancient trees;
The sunset joins the autumn sounds.
