All Poems
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The Wail Of The Waiter
© Marcus Clarke
All day long, at Scott's or Menzies', I await the gorging crowd,
Panting, penned within a pantry, with the blowflies humming loud,
A Mood
© George MacDonald
My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight;
My heart like a silver cup, filled with red wine;
My soul a pale gleaming horizon, whence soon light
Will flood the gold earth with a torrent divine.
Invalid Dawn
© Elizabeth Daryush
Above the grey down
Gather, wan, the glows;
Relieved by leaden
Gleams a star-gang goes;
To A Thesaurus
© Franklin Pierce Adams
O precious codex, volume, tome,
Book, writing, compilation, work
Attend the while I pen a pome,
A jest, a jape, a quip, a quirk.
David
© John Le Gay Brereton
Eternal cold of silence, where each sound
Dies in its birth, and Deaths pale henchmen meet
Semper Fidelis
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THINK you, had we two lost fealty, something would not, as I sit
With this book upon my lap here, come and overshadow it?
Hide with spectral mists the pages, under each familiar leaf
Lurk, and clutch my hand that turns it with the icy clutch of grief?
The Wanderer
© Madison Julius Cawein
Between the death of day and birth of night,
By War's red light,
A Rondeau to Ethel
© Henry Austin Dobson
IN teacup-times! The style of dress
Would suit your beauty, I confess;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A second warning, nor unheeded. Yet
The thought appealed to me as no strange thing,
Pure though I was, that love impure had set
Its seal on that fair woman in her Spring.
Love In My Arms Lies Sleeping
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Roses red for the fair young head to weave a crown,
Let them be half blown,
In A Spring Garden
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN Heaven was stormy, Earth was cold,
And sunlight shunned the wold and wave,--
Thought burrowed in the churchyard mould,
And fed on dreams that haunt the grave:--
London Types: The Artist Muses At His Ease
© William Ernest Henley
The Artist muses at his ease,
Contented that his work is done,
The Arctic Visitation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SOME air-born genius, with malignant mouth,
Breathed on the cold clouds of an Arctic zone--
Which o'er long wastes of shore and ocean blown
Swept threatening, vast, toward the amazèd South:
Death's Final Conquest
© James Shirley
The glories of our birth and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
Only to Live
© Francis William Bourdillon
Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.
Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.
Only to live, when flowers are at the feet
And overhead the happy swallows twitter.
Merlin And Vivien
© Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle
© William Wordsworth
DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,
And love of havoc, (for with such disease
Fame taxes him,) that he could send forth word
The School-Boy
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
So ran my lines, as pen and paper met,
The truant goose-quill travelling like Planchette;
Too ready servant, whose deceitful ways
Full many a slipshod line, alas! betrays;
Hence of the rhyming thousand not a few
Have builded worse--a great deal--than they knew.
Sonnet LXII
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on passing by Moon-light through a Village,
while the ground was covered with Snow.
WHILE thus I wander, cheerless and unblest,
And find in change of place but change of pain;
