All Poems
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Hide Me In Your Heart
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Hide me in your heart, Love,
None but we can know
How with every heart--beat
Love could grow and grow
We Have Created The Night
© Paul Eluard
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
I sustain you with all my powers
Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair
© John Keats
Chief of organic Numbers!
Old Scholar of the Spheres!
Thy spirit never slumbers,
But rolls about our ears
A Diverted Tragedy
© James Whitcomb Riley
Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;
But Gracie dearly loved her doll,
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''
She added strangely, in a softer mood.
``You see I am not angry. Do you not?
Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good.
On Simony
© Joseph Hall
Saw'st thou ever Siquis patcht on Pauls Church door
To seek some vacant vicarage before?
Destiny
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down
Each with its loveliness as with a crown,
Drooped in a florist's window in a town.
The Camels Hump
© Rudyard Kipling
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
From having too little to do.
Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"No," said old Farmer Downs to me,
"I ain't the facts denyin',
That all young folks in love must be,
As birds must be a-flyin'.
Don't go agin sech facts, because
I'm one as re-specks Natur's laws.
Un Grand Sommeil Noir
© Paul Verlaine
Un grand sommeil noir
Tombe sur ma vie:
Dormez, tout espoir,
Dormez, toute envie!
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III Lais and Lucretia
Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
The beauty in her Lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.
Gossip
© Edgar Albert Guest
A FELLOW can't help hearing
Hateful things about another,
But a fellow can be careful
Not to tell them to his brother.
The Churchyard
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time
On the old clocks green-mantled face!
The House
© Arthur Symons
Why do you batter down the walls of my house?
I shouted to one as I Stood on the top of my roof.
He Stopped his battering and said with an air of reproof;
I always hated you because you Stand aloof,
And because you sit drinking wine in the shadow of the boughs.
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia
© Alexander Pope
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yet in some things methinks she fails,
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner smock.
The Enchantress
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I FEAR Eileen, the wild Eileen--
The eyes she lifts to mine,
That laugh and laugh and never tell
The half that they divine!
Rural Morning
© John Clare
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
