All Poems
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Belgium
© John Le Gay Brereton
We, bred of one small island in the west,
A little shrine of Freedom, far away
We, who can bow at no strong tyrants hest,
Bend low our heads in pride to thee to-day,
For all unknown, a smiling babe at rest,
Within thy lowly manger Freedom lay.
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 11
© Publius Vergilius Maro
SCARCE had the rosy Morning raisd her head
Above the waves, and left her watry bed;
The Sleeping Beauty
© Henry Lawson
Call that a yarn! said old Tom Pugh,
What rot! Ill lay my hat
Ill sling you a yarn worth more nor two
Such pumped-up yarns as that.
And thereupon old Tommy slew
A yarn of Lambing Flat.
At Rheims 23
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Within, the pillars soar to gloom
Lit by the glimmering Rose ;
Ce qu'on entend sur la montagne
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'une venait des mers ; chant de gloire ! hymne heureux !
C'était la voix des flots qui se parlaient entre eux ;
L'autre, qui s'élevait de la terre où nous sommes,
Était triste ; c'était le murmure des hommes ;
Et dans ce grand concert, qui chantait jour et nuit,
Chaque onde avait sa voix et chaque homme son bruit.
Red Lips Are Not So Red
© Wilfred Owen
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
The First Meeting Of Radha And Krishna
© Sant Surdas
On the Yamuna bank he chanced to see Radha;
a tika mark of turmeric on her brow,
dressed in a flowing skirt and blue blouse,
her lovely long wreathed hair dangling behind,
a stripling, fair, of beauty unsurpassed
with he a bevy of fair milkmaids:
The Shepherd's Dream: Or, Fairies' Masquerade
© Robert Bloomfield
Scorch'd by the shadeless sun on Indian plains,
Mellow'd by age, by wants, and toils, and pains,
Those toils still lengthen'd when he reach'd that shore
Where Spain's bright mountains heard the cannons roar,
A pension'd veteran, doom'd no more to roam,
With glowing heart thus sung the joys of home.
Rococo
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
TAKE HANDS and part with laughter;
Touch lips and part with tears;
Failure
© Arlo Bates
Count not the trampled dead spared any strain
Because another won where was slain
Are hearts ignoble proved whose cause is lost?
Vain is the standard if success hide cost.
Barbotte (Bull-pout)
© William Henry Drummond
Deres some lak dory, an' some lak bass,
An' plaintee dey mus' have trout--
Beaten Back
© Henry Lawson
BEATEN back in sad dejection,
After years of weary toil
On that burning hot selection
Where the drought has gorged his spoil.
My Psalm
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I mourn no more my vanished years
Beneath a tender rain,
An April rain of smiles and tears,
My heart is young again.
The bhakti path...
© Kabir
The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
On this path there is no asking and no not asking.
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch
him.
The Glass Of Beer
© James Brunton Stephens
If I asked her master he'd give me a cask a day;
But she with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.
A Sailor's Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh for the breath of the briny deep,
And the tug of the bellying sail,
With the sea-gull's cry across the sky
And a passing boatman's hail.
For, be she fierce or be she gay,
The sea is a famous friend alway.
