All Poems
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"If you have loved a brave story"
© Lesbia Harford
If you have loved a brave story
Tell it but rarely;
And, with due faith in its glory,
Render it barely.
The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A DREAR and desolate shore!
Where no tree unfolds its leaves,
"`Father, farewell! Be not distressed"
© Alfred Austin
`Father, farewell! Be not distressed,
And take my vow, ere I depart,
To found a Convent in my breast,
And keep a cloister in my heart.'
Nature and GodI neither knew
© Emily Dickinson
Nature and GodI neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of My identity.
The Sacrament
© Albert Durrant Watson
THE World was builded out of flame and storm.
The oak, blast-beaten on the hills, stands forth,
Forest Sounds
© Alma Frances McCollum
WHO, in the pines, may hear low voices raised
To chant in suppliant tone?
They who, in Sorrow's tranquil eyes, have gazed,
O'ercome, endured alone.
There'll be no one in the house...
© Boris Pasternak
There'll be no one in the house
Save for twilight. All alone,
Winter's day seen in the space that's
Made by curtains left undrawn.
The Branded Hand
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WELCOME home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,
And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;
With that front of calm endurance, on whose steady nerve in vain
Pressed the iron of the prison, smote the fiery shafts of pain!
The Young Knight: A Parable
© Charles Kingsley
A gay young knight in Burley stood,
Beside him pawed his steed so good,
His hands he wrung as he were wood
With waiting for his love O!
St. Andrew's Day
© John Keble
When brothers part for manhood's race,
What gift may most endearing prove
To keep fond memory its her place,
And certify a brother's love?
The Horses Of Achilles
© George Meredith
[Iliad, B. XVII. V. 426]
So now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the war-ground,
In Leinster
© Louise Imogen Guiney
I TRY to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me that s young should the wild tears fall?
The Lone Red Rock
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
A song of the range, an old-time song,
To the patter of pony's feet,
A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Knowest thou not that of all human gifts
God chooses love?alone, that may be laid
Pride
© William Henry Drummond
Ma fader he spik to me long ago,
"Alphonse, it is better go leetle slow,
Sleep
© George MacDonald
Oh! is it Death that comes
To have a foretaste of the whole?
To-night the planets and the stars
Will glimmer through my window-bars
But will not shine upon my soul!
Frank Gardiner
© Anonymous
Oh Frank Gardiner is caught at last and lies in Sydney jail,
For wounding Sergeant Middleton and robbing the Mudgee mail.
For plundering of the gold escort, the Carcoar mail also;
And it was for gold he made so bold, and not so long ago.
Sound O Water
© William Barnes
I born in town! oh no, my dawn
O' life broke here beside theäse lawn;
Athenasia
© Oscar Wilde
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid
In the dim wound of some black pyramid.
Bothwell Castle
© William Wordsworth
Immured in Bothwell's Towers, at times the Brave
(So beautiful is the Clyde) forgot to mourn
