All Poems
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Bonnie New South Wales
© Henry Lawson
The waratah and wattle there in all their glory grow
And if they bloom on hills elsewhere, Im not supposed to know,
The tales that other States may tellI never hear the tales!
For I, her son, have sinned as well as Bonnie New South Wales.
Better Things
© George MacDonald
Better to smell the violet
Than sip the glowing wine;
Better to hearken to a brook
Than watch a diamond shine.
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
© Alfred Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.
Anglers Fireside Song
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, the angler's path is a very merry way,
And his road through the world is bright;
Piers Plowman The Prologue (B-Text)
© William Langland
In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonn{.e},
I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep wer{.e};
In habite as an hermite unholy of werk{.e}s
Wente I wyde in this world wondr{.e}s to her{.e};
Bote in a May{.e}s morwnynge on Malverne hull{.e}s
Me bifel a ferly, of fairie, me-thought{.e}.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To--day there is no cloud upon thy face,
Paris, fair city of romance and doom!
Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no trace
Lives of their tears for us who after come.
Excusacio auctoris
© Stephen Hawes
Go lytell treatyse submyt the humbly
To our souerayne lorde/to be in his presence
Besechynge his grace to accepte the mekely
And to pardon thy rudenes and neclygence
The Ancient Of Days
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
A child sits in a sunny place,
Too happy for a smile,
Mark Twain
© Edgar Albert Guest
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that cannot be,
Say rather Clemens knows life's mystery,
Say rather Clemens has been called above,
But Twain still lives for all the world to love.
Visions
© Charles Stuart Calverley
In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,
The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;
And plodding ploughmen's weary steps insensibly grow quicker,
As broadening casements light them on towards home, or home-brewed
liquor.
Naturesometimes sears a Sapling
© Emily Dickinson
Naturesometimes sears a Sapling
Sometimesscalps a Tree
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die
The Re-Enactment
© Thomas Hardy
Between the folding sea-downs,
In the gloom
Of a wailful wintry nightfall,
When the boom
Of the ocean, like a hammering in a hollow tomb,
Ginkgo Biloba
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To my garden here translated,
Foliage of this eastern tree
Nourishes the initiated
With its meanings mystery.
The Deil's Forhooit His Ain
© George MacDonald
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!
The Deil's forhooit his ain!
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,
For the Deil's forhooit his ain.
The Wise Dog
© Khalil Gibran
Then there arose in the midst of the company a large, grave cat and
looked upon them and said, "Brethren, pray ye; and when ye have
prayed again and yet again, nothing doubting, verily then it shall
rain mice."
