All Poems
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The Unattained
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A vision beauteous as the morn,
With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,
Thespis: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury
"Only A Year"
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
One year ago,--a ringing voice,
A clear blue eye,
And clustering curls of sunny hair,
Too fair to die.
Leichhardt
© Henry Kendall
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,
Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the fathers weep!
London
© John Davidson
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
His light in all the city tarried:
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.
Through Baltimore
© James Bayard Taylor
'Twas Friday morn, the train drew near
The city and the shore!
Far through the sunshine, soft and clear,
We saw the dear old flags appear,
And in our hearts arose a cheer
For Baltimore.
Mother's Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm just the man to make things right,
To mend a sleigh or make a kite,
Regret for Peony Flowers
© Bai Juyi
I'm saddened by the peonies before the steps, so red,
As evening came I found that only two remained.
Once morning's winds have blown, they surely won't survive,
At night I gaze by lamplight, to cherish the fading red.
Reward Of Fickleness
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALTON.
YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,
Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,
His dark locks tinged with gray; you'd hardly think it,
Ashtabula Disaster
© Julia A Moore
Swiftly passed the engine's call,
Hastening souls on to death,
Warning not one of them all;
It brought despair right and left.
To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday
© Samuel Johnson
This tributary verse receive, my fair,
Warm with an ardent lover's fondest prayer,
Book Of Hafis - The Unlimited
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THAT thou can't never end, doth make thee great,
And that thou ne'er beginnest, is thy fate.
Ballade of Summer's Sleep
© Archibald Lampman
Till the slayer be slain and the spring displace
The might of his arms with her rose-crowned bands,
Let her heart not gather a dream that is base:
Shadow her head with your golden hands.
To The Best Of Women, My Mother
© Arthur Henry Adams
I would give it all up at a word from you, Mother o' mine!
But the strife has begun
The Broken Harp
© George Borrow
O thou, who, mid the forest trees,
With thy harmonious trembling strain,
Love And Life
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE only sings when Love is young,
When Love is young and still at play,
Lines Written On Leaving Belvoir Castle In 1842
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lordly hill
Firm be thy seat and proud thy station still,
