All Poems
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Echoes Of Spring
© Mathilde Blind
I.
I WALK about in driving snow,
And drizzling rain, splashed o'er and o'er;
No sign that radiant spring e'en now
Stands at the threshold of the door.
Henry Howard Brownell
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
They never crowned him, never dreamed his worth,
And let him go unlaurelled to the grave:
What Smith Knew About Farming
© James Whitcomb Riley
There wasn't two purtier farms in the state
Than the couple of which I'm about to relate;--
The Brus Book XV
© John Barbour
[The Scots win a great battle at Connor]
Quhen thai within has sene sua slayn
George and Sarah Green
© William Wordsworth
WHO weeps for strangers? Many wept
For George and Sarah Green;
Wept for that pair's unhappy fate,
Whose grave may here be seen.
Depuis six mille ans la guerre
© Victor Marie Hugo
Depuis six mille ans la guerre
Plait aux peuples querelleurs,
Et Dieu perd son temps à faire
Les étoiles et les fleurs.
Failure
© George MacDonald
Farewell, O Arm of the Lord!
Man who hated the sword,
Yet struck and spared not the thing abhorred!
Farewell, O word of the Word!
Man who knew no failure
But the failure of the Lord!
Jennifers Lad
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
SWEET Jennifer came calling me
Along the shining beach.
An Hour Of Romance
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There were thick leaves above me and around,
And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,
Twelfth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
The Son of God in doing good
Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:
Sonnet 98: Ah Bed, The field Where Joy's Peace
© Sir Philip Sidney
Ah bed, the field where joy's peace some do see,
The field where all my thought to war be train'd,
How is thy grace by my strange fortune stain'd!
How thy lee shores by my sighs stormed be!
The Death Of Admiral Blake
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Laden with spoil of the South, fulfilled with the glory of achievement,
And freshly crowned with never-dying fame,
Sweeping by shores where the names are the names of the victories of England,
Across the Bay the squadron homeward came.
Theory
© Wallace Stevens
Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.
These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.
Men In Green
© David Campbell
Oh, there were fifteen men in green,
Each with a tommy-gun,
Who leapt into my plane at dawn;
We rose to meet the sun.
With My Beloved
© Rabia al Basri
With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tenderer than evening airs
