All Poems
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Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang
© Du Fu
Through flocks of mountains, myriad valleys,
I arrive in Jingmen,
where Ming-fei was born and bred--*
the village is still there.
Hackelnberg
© Madison Julius Cawein
When down the Hartz the echoes swarm
He rides beneath the sounding storm
Two Minds
© Sara Teasdale
Your mind and mine are such great lovers they
Have freed themselves from cautious human clay,
Love Elegy, to Laura
© Amelia Opie
Too heedless friend, why thus augment the flame
That glows resistless in my beating breast?
Why with thy praises grace his fatal name,
Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest?
Deniehys Lament
© Henry Kendall
SPIRIT of Loveliness! Heart of my heart!
Flying so far from me, Heart of my heart!
Above the eastern hill, I know the red leaves thrill,
But thou art distant still, Heart of my heart!
Quatrains
© Harriet Monroe
I
Give to brave deeds emblazoned shrines
Where reverent memories may throng.
For them Art draws her perfect lines
In stone, in color, and in song.
Even This Will Pass Away
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Touched with the delicate green of early May,
Or later, when the rose uplifts her face,
J'ai cueilli cette fleur pour toi sur la colline
© Victor Marie Hugo
J'ai cueilli cette fleur pour toi sur la colline.
Dans l'âpre escarpement qui sur le flot s'incline,
Que l'aigle connaît seul et seul peut approcher,
Paisible, elle croissait aux fentes du rocher.
June
© Hilaire Belloc
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
The little eastern clouds are dapple grey:
There will be wind among the leaves to-day;
It is the very promise of the morning.
Lux Tua Via Mea: your light's my way -
Then do rise up and make it perfect day.
Stuart
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"
By the camp-fire's ruddy light;
Let us drink to a spirit as leal and true
As ever drew blade in fight,
And dashed on the foeman's lines of steel,
For God and his people's right.
The Mirror Of Diana
© Mathilde Blind
Mild as a metaphor of Sleep,
Immaculately maiden-white,
The Queen Moon of ancestral night
Beholds her image in the deep:
As if a-gaze she beams above
Lake Nemi's magic glass of love.
At The End Of The Road
© Madison Julius Cawein
THIS is the truth as I see it, my dear,
Out in the wind and the rain:
They who have nothing have little to fear,
Nothing to lose or to gain.
Latter-Day Warnings
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN legislators keep the law,
When banks dispense with bolts and looks,
When berries--whortle, rasp, and straw--
Grow bigger downwards through the box,--
Most Sweet it is
© William Wordsworth
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
Dis Manibus
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Gustave Flaubert, whose honoured rôle
Was to be scribe to Nero's soul,
A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice
© George MacDonald
The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and him
Who next it stood before us, first so long,
We see not; but between the cherubim
The light burns clearer: come-a thankful song!
Memories
© William Henry Drummond
O spirit of the mountain that speaks to us to-night,
Your voice is sad, yet still recalls past visions of delight,
When 'mid the grand old Laurentides, old when the earth was new,
With flying feet we followed the moose and caribou.
Crickets On A Strike
© Vachel Lindsay
The foolish queen of fairyland
From her milk-white throne in a lily-bell,
Gave command to her cricket-band
To play for her when the dew-drops fell.
