All Poems
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Dawn By The Sea
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Beautiful, cold, freshness of light reveals
The black masts, mirrored with their shadowy spars,
The hill--gloom and the sleeping wharf, and steals
Up magical faint heights of fading stars.
Eine Kleine Predigt
© George MacDonald
Graut Euch nicht, Ihr lieben Leute,
Vor dem ungeheuren Morgen;
Wenn es kommt, es ist das Heute,
Und der liebe Gott zu sorgen.
Venus's Looking-Glass
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I marked where lovely Venus and her court
With song and dance and merry laugh went by;
The Gates of Paradise
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
The eternal entrance into Eden
Is not locked with seven precious seals;
It has no charms nor light of heaven,
And the people don't know that it is.
Lovers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Stars beyond number or imagination
Silent in the sky;
Shadowy valleys and dark woods over them,
Still, without a sigh;
O Night O Trembling Night
© Stephen Spender
O night O trembling night O night of sighs
O night when my body was a rod O night
When my mouth was a vague animal cry
Pasturing on her flesh O night
When the close darkness was a nest
Made of her hair and filled with my eyes
The Two Armies
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
As Life's unending column pours,
Two marshalled hosts are seen,
Two armies on the trampled shores
That Death flows black between.
I Said It To You
© Paul Eluard
I said it to you for the clouds
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
For each wave for the birds in the leaves
For the pebbles of sound
For familiar hands
A Presentiment
© William Cullen Bryant
"Oh father, let us hence--for hark,
A fearful murmur shakes the air.
The clouds are coming swift and dark:--
What horrid shapes they wear!
A winged giant sails the sky;
Oh father, father, let us fly!"
The Watchers
© Arlo Bates
WE must be nobler for our dead, be sure,
Than for the quick. We might their living eyes
A Couplet, Written In A Volume Of Poems Presented By Mr. Coleridge To Dr. A.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To meet, to know, to love--and then to part,
Is the sad tale of many a human heart.
For The Man Who Fails
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The world is a snob, and the man who wins
Is the chap for its money's worth:
Italy : 11. Bergamo
© Samuel Rogers
The song was one that I had heard before,
But where I knew not. It inclined to sadness;
And, turning round from the delicious fare
My landlord's little daughter Barbara
Hepaticas
© Madison Julius Cawein
In the frail hepaticas,-
That the early Springtide tossed,
Sapphire-like, along the ways
Of the woodlands that she crossed,-
I behold, with other eyes,
Footprints of a dream that flies.
A Wedding March
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Clash your cymbals, maids, to--day.
Chaunt the praise of Cynthia.
You, her virgins, yokeless, free,
Young Time's choice, his brides--to--be.
The Wall Between
© Katharine Tynan
The wall between is grown so thin
That whoso peers may see
A flutter of rose, a living green
Like new leaves on a tree.
Ferry Me Across The Water
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do.
