All Poems
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The Voice And The Dusk
© Duncan Campbell Scott
THE slender moon and one pale star,
A rose leaf and a silver bee
From some god's garden blown afar,
Go down the gold deep tranquilly.
I've nothing elseto bring, You know
© Emily Dickinson
I've nothing elseto bring, You know
So I keep bringing These
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes
Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More
© Louisa May Alcott
"Welcome, mighty chief, once more
Welcome to this grateful shore;
Now no mercenary foe
Aims again the fatal blow,--
Aims at thee the fatal blow.
Love Sonnet XLIV
© Zora Bernice May Cross
I cannot tell the wonder of desire
That flames my cheek when you are by my side.
Nor dare I speak the secret of that bliss
That sets the senses of my soul on fire.
Ah Love! all my sin vanished into pride
When I drank Heaven from your first pure kiss.
A Prayer
© Norman Rowland Gale
Tend me my birds, and bring again
The brotherhood of woodland life,
So shall I wear the seasons round
A friend to need, a foe to strife;
Partant Pour La Scribie
© Andrew Lang
A pleasant land is Scribie, where
The light comes mostly from below,
And seems a sort of symbol rare
Of things at large, and how they go,
In rooms where doors are everywhere
And cupboards shelter friend or foe.
Little and Great
© Charles Mackay
A traveller on a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.
The New-Old Opposition
© George Canning
It is said, the Great Men, who are seized with the pouts,
At their suddenly alter'd condition;
Who so late were the Ins, and so soon were the Outs,
Have decreed a severe Opposition.
The May Sky
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O SKY! O lucid sky of May!
O'er which the fleecy clouds have stolen,
In bands snow-white, and glimmering-gray,
Or heart-steeped in a lustre golden.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN?
Oh who would live again to suffer loss?
Once in my youth I battled with my fate,
Grudging my days to death. I would have won
Mitigations
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But about dusk in the rooms opposite
I see lamps lighted, and upon the blind
A shadow passes all the evening through.
It is the gaoler's daughter fair and kind
And full of pity (so I image it)
Till the stars rise, and night begins anew.
The Unknown Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
We cannot count our friends, nor say
How many praise us day by day.
The Odyssey
© Andrew Lang
AS one that for a weary space has lain
Lull'd by the song of Circe and her wine
Beard And Baby
© Eugene Field
I say, as one who never feared
The wrath of a subscriber's bullet,
I pity him who has a beard
But has no little girl to pull it!
On A Bank As I Sate A Fishing: A Description Of The Spring
© Sir Henry Wotton
And now all Nature seem'd in love,
The lusty sap began to move;
The Acquiescence Of Pure Love
© William Cowper
Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I,
Come, slay thy victim, and prepare thy fires;
Plunged in thy depths of mercy, let me die
The death which every soul that lives desires!
Petals of the mountain rose
© Matsuo Basho
Petals of the mountain rose
Fall now and then,
To the sound of the waterfall?
Soliloquy
© Jane Taylor
Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky,
And to see them, God gives us a heart and an eye;
