All Poems
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Daphne's Visit
© William Shenstone
Ye birds! for whom I rear'd the grove,
With melting lay salute my love;
My Daphne with your notes detain,
Or I have rear'd my grove in vain.
The Gascon Punished
© Jean de La Fontaine
THE dame, indeed, the Gascon only jeered,
And e'er denied herself when he appeared;
But when she met the wight, who sought to shine;
And called her angel, beauteous and divine,
She fled and hastened to a female friend,
Where she could laugh, and at her ease unbend.
Self-Contained
© Walt Whitman
I think I could turn and live with the animals,
They are so placid and self-contained.
Second Sunday In Advent
© John Keble
Not till the freezing blast is still,
Till freely leaps the sparkling rill,
Thou Shalt Not Kill
© Kenneth Rexroth
Harry who didnt care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
Timor mortis conturbat me.
In Hours Of Ebbing Tide
© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea!
It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow;
O don't believe in me when in the trance of sorrow
I swear I am no longer true to thee!
The Sea-Swallows
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THIS FELL when Christmas lights were done,
Red rose leaves will never make wine;
But before the Easter lights begun;
The ways are sair fra the Till to the Tyne.
Sonnet 5
© Richard Barnfield
It is reported of faire Thetis' Sonne
(Achilles famous for his chiualry,
On The Hoop
© James Thomson
The hoop, the darling justly of the fair,
Of every generous swain deserves the care.
The Tide Rock
© Charles Kingsley
How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done.
With broad blight side beneath the broad bright sun,
Advice
© Walter Savage Landor
TO write as your sweet mother does
Is all you wish to do.
Play, sing, and smile for others, Rose!
Let others write for you.
The Mothers Heart
© Caroline Norton
Different from both! Yet each succeeding claim,
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;
Nor injured either, by this love's comparing,
Nor stole a fraction for the newer call--
But in the Mother's heart, found room for ALL!
Last Dawn
© Octavio Paz
Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
A Lament
© Charles Kingsley
The merry merry lark was up and singing,
And the hare was out and feeding on the lea;
And the merry merry bells below were ringing,
When my child's laugh rang through me.
The Teacher Of Wisdom
© Oscar Wilde
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect
knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the
saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of
his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of
his answers.
Painting by Vuillard
© Thom Gunn
Two dumpy women with buns were drinking coffee
In a narrow kitchenat least I think a kitchen
The Sailor
© Samuel Rogers
The Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,
As all its lessening turrets bluely fade;
He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more,
And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid.
The Brass Well
© Henry Lawson
Heres some bloomin brass! they muttered when they found it in the clay,
And they thought no more about it and in time they went away;
But they heard of gold, and saw it, somewhere down by Inverell,
And they felt and weighed it, crying: Why! we found it in the well!
