All Poems
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The Giant Cactus Of Arizona
© Harriet Monroe
The cactus in the desert stands
Like time's inviolate sentinel,
Watching the sun-washed waste of sands
Lest they their ancient secrets tell.
And the lost lore of mournful lands
It knows alone and guards too well.
Cradle-Song For My Son Carl
© Carl Michael Bellman
Little Carl, sleep soft and sweet:
Thou'lt soon enough be waking;
Book Eleventh: France [concluded]
© William Wordsworth
But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.
International Copyright
© James Russell Lowell
IN vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
And stealing will continue stealing.
Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Grace, tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
To A Canadian Lad Killed In The War
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Let us bring pungent wreaths of balsam, and tender
Tendrils of wild-flowers, lovelier for thy daring,
And deck a sylvan shrine, where the maple parts
The moonlight, with lilac bloom, and the splendour
Of suns unwearied; all unwithered, wearing
Thy valor stainless in our heart of hearts.
A Good Soldier
© Edgar Albert Guest
He writes to us most every day, and how his letters thrill us!
I can't describe the joys with which his quaint expressions fill us.
He says the military life is not of his selection,
He's only soldiering to-day to give the Flag protection.
But since he's in the army now and doing duties humble,
He'll do what all good soldiers must, and he will never grumble.
Mr. Pope
© Allen Tate
When Alexander Pope strolled in the city
Strict was the glint of pearl and ''old sedans.
Ladies leaned out more out of fear than pity
For Pope's tight back was rather a goat's than man's
It don't sound so terriblequiteas it did
© Emily Dickinson
It don't sound so terriblequiteas it did
I run it over"Dead", Brain, "Dead."
Put it in Latinleft of my school
Seems it don't shriek sounder rule.
A Childs Song Of Christmas
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
MY counterpane is soft as silk,
My blankets white as creamy milk.
The hay was soft to Him, I know,
Our little Lord of long ago.
At Eleusis
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
When early morning's banners were unfurled.
From high Olympus, gazing on the world,
The ancient gods once saw it with delight.
The Author to the Reader
© Francis Beaumont
I sing the fortune of a luckless pair,
Whose spotless souls now in one body be;
At The Last.
© Robert Crawford
The sky grows white with the moon,
And the sea yearns up to the night
As the soul to an unknown height,
Drawn thence by a starry rune.
A Song Of A Spring-Time
© Augusta Davies Webster
TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is not spring;
Sharp winds are fell in east and north;
Late blossoms die for peeping forth; Rains numb, frost blights;
Days are unsunned, storms tear the nights;
The tree-buds wilt before they swell.
Frosts in the buds, and frost-winds fell: And you, you sing.
In The Harbour: Possibilities
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where are the Poets, unto whom belong
The Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sent
Unrest
© George MacDonald
Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee,
No pause upon thy many-chequered lands?
Sunset On The Bearcamp
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A gold fringe on the purpling hem
Of hills the river runs,
As down its long, green valley falls
The last of summer's suns.
L'Homme Et La Mer (Man And The Sea)
© Charles Baudelaire
Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
