All Poems
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Blind Bartimeus
© George MacDonald
As Jesus went into Jericho town,
Twas darkness all, from toe to crown,
About blind Bartimeus.
He said, "My eyes are more than dim,
They are no use for seeing him:
No matter-he can see us!"
The Fairies Farewell, or God a Mercy Will
© Richard Corbet
Farewell, rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say,
No Me Condenes
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
El reloj de su sala desgajaba las ocho;
Era diciembre, y yo departía con ella
Bajo la limpidez glacial de cada estrella.
El gendarme, remiso a mi intriga inocente,
Hubo de ser, al fin, forzoso confidente.
Philosophy
© Edith Nesbit
The sulky sage scarce condescends to see
This pretty world of sun and grass and leaves;
To him 'tis all illusion--only he
Is real amid the visions he perceives.
Lilies Without, Lilies Within
© George Wither
Can I think the Guide of Heaven
Hath so beautifully given
Holy Baptism
© John Keble
Where is it mothers learn their love? -
In every Church a fountain springs
O'er which th' Eternal Dove
Hovers out softest wings.
The Boss Over the Board
© Henry Lawson
When hes over a rough and unpopular shed,
With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;
The Workhouse Clock
© Thomas Hood
Father, mother, and careful child,
Looking as if it had never smiled
The Sempstress, lean, and weary, and wan,
With only the ghosts of garments on
The Reconciliation
© Eugene Field
When you were mine, in auld lang syne,
And when none else your charms might ogle,
I'll not deny, fair nymph, that I
Was happier than a heathen mogul.
The Three Trees
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The oak is a brave tree that groweth in the wood
The oak, and the pine, and the aspen tree
The Bitter Herb
© Jeanne Robert Foster
O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
I search for you in vain;
You are the only growing thing
Can take away my pain.
Olney Hymn 55: The Heart Healed And Changed By Mercy
© William Cowper
Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Le Monocle de Mon Oncle
© Wallace Stevens
Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,
O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,
The Mirror
© Hilaire Belloc
The mirror held your fair, my Fair,
A fickle moment's space.
You looked into mine eyes, and there
For ever fixed your face.
Our Duty To Our Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
Less hate and greed
Is what we need
And more of service true;
More men to love
The flag above
And keep it first in view.
Italy : 2. Meillerie
© Samuel Rogers
These grey majestic cliffs that tower to heaven,
These glimmering glades and open chestnut-groves,
That echo to the heifer's wandering bell,
Or woodman's axe, or steers-man's song beneath,
Jonathan to John
© James Russell Lowell
It don't seem hardly right, John,
When both my hands was full,
