All Poems
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Louis Wittgenstein's Apple Wine
© Anonymous
Oh! Have you heard of the APPLE WINE!
That out of Beer now takes the shine,
If you have not then now's your time,
Send down an order to Brisbane.
Where Thou artthatis Home
© Emily Dickinson
Where Thou artthatis Home
Cashmereor Calvarythe same
Degreeor Shame
I scarce esteem Location's Name
So I may Come
Fit The Seventh - The Banker's Fate
© Lewis Carroll
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
Let Me Lean Hard
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast;
In all earth's devious ways, I sought for rest
Shrine Of The Virgin - Part II
© John Kenyon
She cometh to the seaward shrine,
A mother, with her children three;
The Last Betrayal
© Edith Nesbit
AND I shall lie alone at last,
Clear of the stream that ran so fast,
And feel the flower roots in my hair,
And in my hands the roots of trees;
Myself wrapt in the ungrudging peace
That leaves no pain uncovered anywhere.
The Curse
© John Donne
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ;
A Roundhead's Rallying Song
© Alfred Noyes
How beautiful is the battle,
How splendid are the spears,
When our banner is the sky
And our watchword Liberty,
And our kingdom lifted high above the years.
I. On The Chivalry Of The Present Time
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AH! foolish souls and false! Who loudly cried
"True chivalry no longer breathes in time."
Look round us now; how wondrous, how sublime
The heroic lives we witness; far and wide,
American Boys, Hello!
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French
As along through France we go.
Phantom
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All look and likeness caught from earth
All accident of kin and birth,
Had pass'd away. There was no trace
Of aught on that illumined face,
An Object
© Ezra Pound
This thing, that hath a code and not a core,
Hath set acquaintance where might be affections,
And nothing now
Disturbeth his reflections.
Cupid's Promise - Paraphrased
© Matthew Prior
Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.
The Hidden Heart
© Roderic Quinn
AS I rode out of Lochinvar
About me all the scene was fair;
The skies, with not a cloud to mar,
Were filled with fresh and dewy air,
To My Aging Friends
© George MacDonald
It is no winter night comes down
Upon our hearts, dear friends of old;
But a May evening, softly brown,
Whose wind is rather cold.
A Warning: to Aurelius
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
I commend myself and my love to you,
Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,
Alliterativism
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
See the flying French depart
Like the bees of Bonaparte,
Swarming up with a most venomous vitality.
Over Baden and Bavaria,
And Brighton and Bulgaria,
Thus violating Belgian neutrality.
