All Poems
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Your Laughter
© Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There
© William Cowper
If Gideon's fleece, which drenched with dew he found,
White moisture none refreshed the herbs around,
Might fitly represent the Church, endowed
With heavenly gifts to heathens not allowed;
Stonehenge
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Gaunt on the cloudy plain
Stand the great Stones,
Dwarfed in the vast reach
Of a sky that owns
Little Libbie
© Julia A Moore
One more little spirit to Heaven has flown,
To dwell in that mansion above,
Where dear little angels, together roam,
In God's everlasting love.
Touch the Sleeping Strings Again
© Henry Clay Work
Touch the sleeping strings and
tell me, tell me whether,
Thence comes music sweet and low:
Did not we walk some shore together
Beyond the sea of Long Ago?
Queen Mab: Part IV.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,
The Tomb of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
By the mossy weed-flowered column,
Where the setting moonbeam's glance
'Ah, Koelue . . .'
© Isaac Rosenberg
Ah, Koelue!
Had you embalmed your beauty, so
It could not backward go,
Or change in any way,
The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow
© Andrew Lang
Late at e'en, drinking the wine,
And ere they paid the lawing,
They set a combat them between,
To fight it in the dawing.
The Dream
© Giacomo Leopardi
It was the morning; through the shutters closed,
Along the balcony, the earliest rays
Sonnet XIX. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first
I scanned that face of feeble infancy;
For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst
All I had been, and all my babe might be!
The Labyrinth
© Henry King
Life is a crooked Labyrinth, and we
Are daily lost in that Obliquity.
'Tis a perplexed circle, in whose round
Nothing but sorrows and new sins abound.
Prosperity
© George Moses Horton
Come, thou queen of every creature,
Nature calls thee to her arms ;
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
The Loom of Years
© Alfred Noyes
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
My Baby Has A Father And A Mother
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
My baby has a father and a mother,
Rich little baby!
Fatherless, motherless, I know another
Forlorn as may be:
Poor little baby!
Farewell
© Robert Nichols
For the last time, maybe, upon the knoll
I stand. The eve is golden, languid, sad.
Day like a tragic actor plays his role
To the last whispered word and falls gold-clad.
I, too, take leave of all I ever had.
An Elegy
© Thomas Randolph
Love, give me leave to serve thee and be wise,
To keep thy torch in but restore blind eyes.
In An Illuminated Missal
© Charles Kingsley
I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven;
I would be great: there is no pride in heaven;
