All Poems
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An meine Kinder
© Friederike Brun
Wie süß du schläfst!
Als hätten Himmelsengel
In Schlummer dich geküßt!
The Heaven Of Animals
© James Dickey
Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.
The Sleeping Flowers
© Emily Dickinson
"WHOSE are the little beds," I asked,
"Which in the valleys lie?"
Some shook their heads, and others smiled,
And no one made reply.
Southampton Castle
© William Lisle Bowles
INSCRIBED TO THE MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE.
The moonlight is without; and I could lose
"Here have I learnt the little that I know"
© Alfred Austin
Here have I learnt the little that I know,
Here where in these untutored woodland ways
Colour
© Dorothea Mackellar
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour
That will not pass away -
Child Thoughts
© William Henry Drummond
WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-
SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY
A Lover To His Mistress
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh make not light of love, my lady dear,
For, from that sweetest source doth ever flow
Against Urania
© Francis Thompson
Lo I, Song's most true lover, plain me sore
That worse than other women she can deceive,
The Little Left Hand - Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Interior of a Church--Davis, Bradshaw, and others.
Davis. The sword of the Lord and the sword of Gideon!
It was good To see the red--coats run before our multitude.
We broke them by sheer numbers--
Faces
© Edgar Albert Guest
I look into the faces of the people passing by,
The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined with misery,
And I wonder why the sorrow or the twinkle in the eye;
But the pale and weary faces are the ones that trouble me.
The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For thee was a house built
Ere thou wast born,
Footfalls
© Henry Kendall
The embers were blinking and clinking away,
The casement half open was thrown;
There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of the Day,
And I sat on the threshold alone!
Up And-Down
© George MacDonald
The sun is gone down
And the moon's in the sky
But the sun will come up
And the moon be laid by.
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed
© John Donne
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
