All Poems
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An Epitaph on Niobe turned to Stone
© Henry King
This Pile thou seest built out of Flesh, not Stone,
Contains no shroud within, nor mouldring bone:
This bloodless Trunk is destitute of Tombe
Which may the Soul-fled Mansion enwombe.
This seeming Sepulchre (to tell the troth)
Is neither Tomb nor Body, and yet both.
The Corsair
© George Gordon Byron
1.
'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,
Then trembles into silence as before
The Ape and the Lady
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A LADY fair, of lineage high,
Was loved by an Ape, in the days gone by -
Endure Hardness
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A cold wind stirs the blackthorn
To burgeon and to blow,
Besprinkling half-green hedges
With flakes and sprays of snow.
Acis and Galatea
© John Gay
Air.
O ruddier than the cherry!
O sweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
The Canadian Magpie
© William Henry Drummond
Mos' ev'ryman lak de robin
An' it's pleasan' for hear heem sing,
At Dawn I Love You
© Paul Eluard
At dawn I love you Ive the whole night in my veins
All night I have gazed at you
Farm Scene
© Ernest G Moll
They come each morning to the gate,
are milked and wander off to feed;
six cows, a calf and in the lead
a brindled bull, old, fat sedate.
They'll None of 'Em Be Missed
© William Schwenck Gilbert
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list - I've got a little list
Thoughts On The Cosmos
© Franklin Pierce Adams
I do not hold with him who thinks
The world is jonahed by a jinx;
That everything is sad and sour,
And life a withered hothouse flower.
Beyond The Veil
© Henry Vaughan
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
We pray—to Heaven
© Emily Dickinson
We pray-to Heaven-
We prate-of Heaven-
Relate-when Neighbors die-
At what o'clock to heaven-they fled-
Who saw them-Wherefore fly?
The Card Clubs First Meeting
© Edgar Albert Guest
The battles for the pickle dish once more are under way,
The Uno Pedro Club is first and foremost in the fray.
It started off auspiciously, without a sign of frown,
Good Mrs. Green put all at ease by kissing Mrs. Brown.
Catterskill Falls
© William Cullen Bryant
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,
From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;
All summer he moistens his verdant steeps
With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;
And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,
When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide.
"O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty"
© Lesbia Harford
O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty,
You must have studied this only the ages long!
Men have thought of God and laughter and duty.
And of love. And of song.
By the Cliffs of the Sea
© Henry Kendall
In a far-away glen of the hills,
Where the bird of the night is at rest,
