All Poems
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Alfs Ninth Bit
© Ezra Pound
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The midnight activities of Whats-his Name,
Scarcely a general now known to fame
Can tell you of that famous day and year.
The Shattered Dream
© Edgar Albert Guest
I WAS somewhere off in Europe spending money like a king,
Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan's, when the 'phone began to ring;
I was entertaining princes, dukes and earls, when wifie said:
"It's the telephone that's ringing, you must hustle out of bed."
And I wandered down the stairway, grumbling o'er my vanished joy,
Growled: "Hello;" and then he shouted: "You're an uncle! It's a boy!"
Quinti Catuli.
© Richard Lovelace
QUINTI CATULI.
Constiteram exorientem Auroram forte salutans,
Cum subito a laeva Roscius exoritur.
Pace mihi liceat, coelestes, dicere vestra.
Hornets
© Padraic Colum
How strangely like a churchyard skull
The thing that's there amongst the leaves!
Lines To A Steamboat
© George MacDonald
Dark stranger on the teeming map of fate
Fabric, that seemst a thing alike apart
From aught that nature or that art create;
To me a mystery thou ever art;
And awe and wonder stir me when thy frame
I view, strange birth of water and of flame.
The Age of a Dream
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Gone now, the carven work! Ruined, the golden shrine!
No more the glorious organs pour their voice divine;
No more rich frankincense drifts through the Holy Place:
Now from the broken tower, what solemn bell still tolls,
Mourning what piteous death? Answer, O saddened souls!
Who mourn the death of beauty and the death of grace.
Oh! Had I the Wings of a Bird
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Oh! had I the wings of a bird,
To soar through the blue, sunny sky,
Storm
© Wilfred Owen
His face was charged with beauty as a cloud
With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me
I shook, and was uneasy as a tree
That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.
The Leaf
© Duncan Campbell Scott
This silver-edged geranium leaf
Is one sign of a bitter grief
Whose symbols are a myriad more;
They cluster round a carven stone
Where she who sleeps is never alone
For two hearts at the core,
The Wind Returns; My Little Courtyard is Green and Overgrown
© Li Yu
The wind returns; my little courtyard is green and overgrown,
The willows seem to have grown again this spring.
In Evil Long I Took Delight
© John Newton
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
Exit God
© Gamaliel Bradford
Of old our father's God was real,
Something they almost saw,
Which kept them to a stern ideal
And scourged them into awe.
The Fairy's Gift
© Andrew Lang
The Fays that to my christ'ning came
(For come they did, my nurses taught me),
The Souls Mutiny
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I saw a galley passing to the West,
Its silken sails aglow as if with blood,
When the red sun dropped down into his nest,
And hurled his level spears across the flood.
Fortune Changes
© Theocritus
Courage, my friend Battus,
To-morrow perhaps will be more favorable;
While there is life there is hope,
The dead alone are without hope.
Jove shines brightly one day,
And the next showers down rain.
This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong
© Edward Thomas
This is no case of petty right or wrong
That politicians or philosophers
After A Journey
© Thomas Hardy
I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
