All Poems
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Never Again
© Hugh McCrae
SHE looked on me with sadder eyes than Death,
And, moving through the large, autumnal trees,
Tauler
© John Greenleaf Whittier
And as he walked he prayed. Even the same
Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,
Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart
Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!
Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.
Send me a man who can direct my steps!"
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
He Needed Not
© George MacDonald
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.
One star only for Love's heaven
© Augusta Davies Webster
ONE star only for Love's heaven;
One rose only for Love's breast;
One love only to be given.
Break o Day
© Henry Lawson
I was born to ruin or born to mar
The home wherever I light.
Oh! I wish that you were the Evening Star
And that I were the Fall o Night.
The Sweet Little Man
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,
Each at his post to do all that he can,
Down among rebels and contraband chattels,
What are you doing, my sweet little man?
Wem Ich Zu Gefallen Suche, Und Nicht Suche
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wohin, wohin treibt dich mit blutgen Sporen
Die Wissbegier, dich, ihren Held?
Du eilst, o Mylius! im Auge feiger Toren
Zur kuenftgen, nicht zur neuen Welt.
Verses II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Supposed to have been written in the New Forest,
in early Spring.
AS in the woods, where leathery Lichen weaves
Its wint'ry web among the sallow leaves,
From Glory Unto Glory
© Henry Van Dyke
Chorus
All hail to thee, Young Glory!
Among the flags of earth
We'll ne'er forget the story
Of thy heroic birth.
Denial
© Margaret Widdemer
Never your footsteps where mine trod,
Never my words to you
And it all would have been so simple for God,
So slight a thing to do!
Apostrophe
© Charlotte Turner Smith
TO AN OLD TREE.
WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,
Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,
Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands emboss
"She's Up and Gone, the Graceless Girl"
© Thomas Hood
She's up and gone, the graceless girl,
And robb'd my failing years!
My blood before was thin and cold
But now 'tis turn'd to tears;
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,
Catharine Plouffe
© Susie Frances Harrison
THIS grey-haired spinster, Catharine Plouffe
Observe her, a contrast to convent chits,
At her spinning wheel, in the room in the roof.
Come Back to St Andrews
© Robert Fuller Murray
Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
The East sands and the West sands and the castle in the sea
Come back to St. Andrews-St. Andrews and me.
Why Silent?
© Henry Timrod
Why am I silent from year to year?
Needs must I sing on these blue March days?
What will you say, when I tell you here,
That already, I think, for a little praise,
I have paid too dear?
To Timarion
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
HAD I the thrush's throat, I could not sing you
Songs sweeter than his own. And I'm too poor
To lay the gifts that other lovers bring you
Low at your silver door.
