All Poems
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Sparrows Self-Domesticated In Trinity College, Cambridge
© William Cowper
None ever shared the social feast,
Or as an inmate or a guest,
Attente (Expectation)
© Victor Marie Hugo
Monte, écureuil, monte au grand chêne,
Sur la branche des cieux prochaine,
Sylvesters Dying Bed
© Langston Hughes
I woke up this mornin
Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
The Mother On The Sidewalk
© Edgar Albert Guest
The mother on the sidewalk as the troops are marching by
Is the mother of Old Glory that is waving in the sky.
Men have fought to keep it splendid, men have died to keep it bright,
But that flag was born of woman and her sufferings day and night;
'Tis her sacrifice has made it, and once more we ought to pray
For the brave and loyal mother of the boy who goes away.
First Love Remembered
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
PEACE in her chamber, wheresoe'er
It be, a holy place:
Barthelemon At Vauxhall
© Thomas Hardy
Francois Hippolite Barthelemon, first-fiddler at Vauxhall Gardens,
composed what was probably the most popular morning hymn-tune ever
written. It was formerly sung, full-voiced, every Sunday in most
churches, to Bishop Ken's words, but is now seldom heard.
To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations
© Phillis Wheatley
We trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb,
And his are all the ages yet to come.
Sonnet XVIII: Since the First Look
© Samuel Daniel
Since the first look that led me to this error,
To this thought's-maze, to my confusion tending,
Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa'
© Edward Dowden
MAKE thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair
Of knowing thee be absolute; I wait
Limerick: There Was an Old Man who Supposed
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man who supposed,
That the street door was partially closed;
But some very large rats,
Ate his coats and his hats,
While that futile old gentleman dozed.
Perennial Calendar (excerpt)
© William Forster
If now the sun extends his cheering beam,
And all the landscape casts a golden gleam
Planh For The Young English King
© Ezra Pound
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
All dolour, ill and every evil chance
Tomorrow Is the Marriage Day
© Thomas Weelkes
Tomorrow is the marriage day
Of Mopsus and fair Philida.
Come shepherds, bring your garlands gay.
My Childhood Home I See Again
© Abraham Lincoln
My childhoods home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
Theres pleasure in it too.
Fortunio. A Parable For The Times
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,
King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,
Cold bright fiords, and mountains capped with clouds.
Who there so loved and honored as the knight,
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dear royal France! I fix the happy year
At forty--seven, because that Christmas--tide
There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier,
Fresh from his nuptials with his Spanish bride;
You And Yellow Air
© John Shaw Neilson
I DREAM of an old kissing-time
And the flowered follies there;
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
Of you, and yellow air.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE RELIGION OF LOVE
So thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heart
What care I for the rest, for good or ill?
What for the peace of soul good deeds impart,
To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In "The Dead City" I
© Sara Teasdale
Your face is set against a fervent sky,
Before the thirsty hills that sevenfold
Return the sun's hot glory, gold on gold,
Where Agamemnon and Cassandra lie.
