All Poems
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To An Oak At Newstead
© George Gordon Byron
Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground,
I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine;
That thy dark‑waving branches would flourish around,
And ivy thy trunk with its mantle entwine.
Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHERE, girt around by savage foes,
Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose,
Behold, the lofty temple stands,
Reared by her children's grateful hands!
To The Miami
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!
I love thee more for that thou changest not.
Songs Of Poltescoe Valley
© Arthur Symons
I
Under the trees in the dell.
Here by the side of the stream,
Were it not pleasant to dream,
Were it not better to dwell?
In Ampezzo
© Trumbull Stickney
Only once more and not again-the larches
Shake to the wind their echo, "Not again,"-
We see, below the sky that over-arches
Heavy and blue, the plain
The Woodsman In The Foundry
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
WHERE the trolley's rumble
Jars the bones,
He hears waves that tumble
Green-linked weed along the golden stones.
The Cape of the Caba Rumia
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Sail on! what power has our luckless bark
To this ominous realm betrayed,
Here Lies The Blithe Spring
© Thomas Dekker
HERE lies the blithe Spring,
Who first taught birds to sing,
Samuel J. Tilden
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Once more, O all-adjusting Death!
The nation's Pantheon opens wide;
Once more a common sorrow saith
A strong, wise man has died.
Italy : 23. Bologna
© Samuel Rogers
'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
Were o'er. The mountebank no longer wrought
Miraculous cures -- he and his stage were gone;
And he who, when the crisis of his tale
Dedication
© Henry Timrod
Do you recall -- I know you do --
A little gift once made to you --
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
Stonepit
© John Clare
The passing traveller with wonder sees
A deep and ancient stonepit full of trees;
Song IV
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O! TO be
By the sea, the sea!
While a brave nor'wester's blowing,
With a swirl on the lee,
