All Poems
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Why
© Emily Dickinson
The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraftyieldeth me
If any ask me why
'Twere easier to die
Than tell
The Sparrow
© George MacDonald
O Lord, I cannot but believe
The birds do sing thy praises then, when they sing to one another,
And they are lying seed-sown land when the winter makes them grieve,
Their little bosoms breeding songs for the summer to unsmother!
Fair Emily Ov Yarrow Mill
© William Barnes
Dear Yarrowham, 'twer many miles
Vrom thy green meäds that, in my walk,
Oh, Tell Me, Ye Breezes
© Henry Kendall
Tell me, ye breezes, yeve traversed the wild,
And passed oer the desolate spot,
Where reposeth in silence sweet Natures own child,
Where slumbers one nearly forgot?
Elegy IV
© Rainer Maria Rilke
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes?
We are not of one mind. Are not like birds
Pyramus and Thisbe
© John Donne
Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear,
Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here.
Flesh And Spirit
© William Baylebridge
No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her-
More sensed for knowing no material part,
The Exiles' Line
© Rudyard Kipling
Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less -
Oh slothful mother of much idleness,
Whom neither rivals spur nor contracts speed!
Nay, bear us gently! Wherefore need we press?
Car Showroom by Jonathan Holden: American Life in Poetry #161 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
I may be a little sappy, but I think that almost everyone is doing the best he or she can, despite all sorts of obstacles. This poem by Jonathan Holden introduces us to a young car salesman, who is trying hard, perhaps too hard. Holden is the past poet laureate of Kansas and poet in residence at Kansas State University in Manhattan.
Car Showroom
A Sonnet Upon The Pitiful Burning Of The Globe Playhouse In
© Anonymous
Now sit thee down, Melpomene,
Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe,
And tell the doleful tragedy
That late was play'd at Globe;
Man's Civil War
© Robert Southwell
MY hovering thoughts would fly to heaven
And quiet nestle in the sky,
Fain would my ship in Virtue's shore
Without remove at anchor lie.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 01
© Torquato Tasso
THE ARGUMENT.
Gernando scorns Rinaldo should aspire
In The British Museum
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Shafts of light, that poured from the August sun,
Glowed on long red walls of the gallery cool;
Fell upon monstrous visions of ages gone,
Still, smiling Sphinx, winged and bearded Bull.
Expectation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
You 'll be wonderin' whut 's de reason
I 's a grinnin' all de time,
Self
© Madison Julius Cawein
A Sufi debauchee of dreams
Spake this:--From Sodomite to Peri
Earth tablets us; we live and are
Man's own long commentary.
Just a Love Letter
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
NEW YORK, July 20, 1883.
DEAR GIRL:
The town goes on as though
It thought you still were in it;
Stanzas Written In Passing The Ambracian Gulf
© George Gordon Byron
Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen,
Full beams the moon on Actium's coast:
And on these waves for Egypt's queen,
The ancient world was won and lost.
Under The Wattle
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
"Why should not wattle do
For mistletoe?"
Asked one - they were but two -
Where wattles grow.
Need alone, Diophantus, imparts
© Theocritus
Need alone, Diophantus, imparts
The knowledge of arts,
And is the mistress of labor,
For corroding cares take everything
