All Poems
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Day By Day
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
EVERY day has its dawn,
Its soft and silent eve,
Its noontide hours of bliss or bale;--
Why should we grieve?
Ecstasy
© Paul Eluard
I am in front of this feminine land
Like a child in front of the fire
Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes
In front of this land where all moves in me
Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear
Reflecting two nude bodies season on season
Twilight
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
THERE is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest,
And the eye see's life's fairy scenes depart,
As fades the day-beam in the rosy west.
Streets
© Paul Verlaine
Above all else I loved her eyes,
More clear than stars of cloudless skies,
And arch and mischievous and wise.
Sonnets Of The Blood I
© Allen Tate
What is the flesh and blood compounded of
But a few moments in the life of time?
On The Same (Oure Ladies Chyrche)
© Thomas Chatterton
STAY, curyous traveller, and pass not bye,
Until this fetive pile astounde thine eye.
Twilight Calm
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh, pleasant eventide!
Clouds on the western side
Grow grey and greyer, hiding the warm sun:
The bees and birds, their happy labours done,
Seek their close nests and bide.
The Path That Leads To Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little path that leads to home,
That is the road for me,
Thou Walkest With Me
© Mathilde Blind
Thou walkest with me as the spirit-light
Of the hushed moon, high o'er a snowy hill,
Walks with the houseless traveller all the night,
When trees are tongueless and when mute the rill.
Moon of my soul, O phantasm of delight,
Thou walkest with me still.
For An Annunciation, Early German
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The lilies stand before her like a screen
Through which, upon this warm and solemn day,
Outlaws
© Robert Graves
Owls: they whinney down the night,
Bats go zigzag by.
Ambushed in shadow out of sight
The outlaws lie.
Thunder At Night
© Robert Graves
Restless and hot two children lay
Plagued with uneasy dreams,
Each wandered lonely through false day
A twilight torn with screams.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Kildare
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Kildare,
Who climbed into a very old chair;
When he said,-- "Here I stays,--
till the end of my days,"
That immovable Man of Kildare.
To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot, Late Chancellor Of Great Britain. Addressed To Hi
© James Thomson
While with the public, you, my Lord, lament
A friend and father lost; permit the muse,
All These I Loved -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
All these I loved
This dancing of the light on the leaves
A Dialogue
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
DEATH:
For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,
I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,
Where Innocence sleeps 'neath the peace-giving sod,
St. Francis Of Borgia By The Coffin Of Queen Isabel
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Open the coffin and shroud until
I look on the dead again
