All Poems
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Abishag
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I
She lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,
And bound them round the withering old man,
And on him through the long sweet hours she lay,
And little fearful of his many years.
Rispetto
© Sara Teasdale
Was that his step that sounded on the stair?
Was that his knock I heard upon the door?
I grow so tired I almost cease to care,
And yet I would that he might come once more.
In Praise Of A Bride
© Confucius
Graceful and young the peach-tree stands;
How rich its flowers, all gleaming bright!
This bride to her new home repairs;
Chamber and house she'll order right.
Vittoria Colonna
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once more, once more, Inarimé,
I see thy purple hills!--once more
I hear the billows of the bay
Wash the white pebbles on thy shore.
The White Witch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Heaven help your home to-night,
MacCormac; for I know
A white witch woman is your bride:
You married for your woe.
Spring
© Henry Timrod
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air
Which dwells with all things fair,
Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,
Is with us once again.
The Broken - Down Squatter
© Anonymous
For the banks are all broken, they say,
And the merchants are all up a tree.
When the bigwigs are brought to the Bankruptcy Court,
What chance for a squatter like me.
Casabianca
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
If You Should Pass
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
For if thy charity be overstrained
And would bring slander where it cannot bless,
Give me but silence where good friendship waned,
Grant me the mercy of forgetfulness.
Darrynane
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Where foams the white torrent, and rushes the rill,
Down the murmuring slopes of the echoing hill-
The Yearly Distress; Or, Tithing-Time At Stock In Essex
© William Cowper
Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest,
To laugh it would be wrong;
The troubles of a worthy priest
The burden of my song.
The Stranger (La Extranjera)
© Gabriela Mistral
She speaks in her way of her savage seas
With unknown algae and unknown sands;
The Negro Schools
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Please be silent now, my country, while I fill the speaker's place;
While I point out some abuses that we constantly embrace,
Listen with your best attention to the words that I shall say,
How the Negro schools are managed, in this Commonwealth today.
Between Sleep and Waking
© Mathilde Blind
SOFTLY in a dream I heard,
Ere the day was breaking,
Softly call a cuckoo bird
Between sleep and waking.
The Bush Beyond the Range
© Henry Lawson
FROM Crows Nest here by Sydney town
Where crows had nests of old
The Masque of Plenty
© Rudyard Kipling
"How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life!
From the dawn to the even he strays -
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
(adagio dim.) Filled with praise!"
The Burial March Of Dundee
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-
Let the pibroch shake the air
Cupid and Plutus
© William Shenstone
When Celia, love's eternal foe,
To rich old Gomez first was married;
And angry Cupid came to know
His shafts had err'd, his bow miscarried;
Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.
