All Poems
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Apparition
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je vis un ange blanc qui passait sur ma tête ;
Son vol éblouissant apaisait la tempête,
Et faisait taire au loin la mer pleine de bruit.
- Qu'est-ce que tu viens faire, ange, dans cette nuit ?
A Fragment
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
They say that poison-sprinkled flowers
Are sweeter in perfume
Than when, untouched by deadly dew,
They glowed in early bloom.
The Realms Of Gold
© Alfred Noyes
I wished that a poet who died in Europe
Had found his way to this rose-red West;
That Keats had walked by the wide Pacific
And cradled his head on its healing breast,
And made new songs of the sun-burned sea-folk,
New poems, perhaps his best.
Poland
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Augurs that watched archaic birds
Such plumèd prodigies might read,
Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Aeropagus
© Edith Wharton
WHERE suns chase suns in rhythmic dance,
Where seeds are springing from the dust,
Where mind sways mind with spirit-glance,
High court is held, and law is just.
Her Portrait
© Madison Julius Cawein
Were I an artist, Lydia, I
Would paint you as you merit,
Not as my eyes, but dreams, descry;
Not in the flesh, but spirit.
Harvest Hymn
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Now autumn strews on every plain,
His mellow fruits and fertile grain;
Answer to Prayer
© James Weldon Johnson
Der ain't no use in sayin' de Lawd won't answer prah;
If you knows how to ax Him, I knows He's bound to heah.
De trouble is, some people don't ax de proper way,
Den w'en dey git's no answer dey doubts de use to pray.
Keith Of Ravelston
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The murmur of the mourning ghost
That keeps the shadowy kine,
'O Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!'
Ladybird! Ladybird!
© Emily Jane Brontë
Ladybird! Ladybird! Fly away home,
Night is approaching, and sunset is come:
Felt, but unseen, the damp dewdrops fall.
This is the close of a still summer day;
Ladybird! Ladybird! haste! fly away!
To A Lady Playing The Harp
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Thy tones are silver melted into sound,
And as I dream
I see no walls around,
But seem to hear
A gondolier
Sing sweetly down some slow Venetian stream.
On Marriage.
© Robert Crawford
Whom Love has joined no man may put asunder,
And he has never joined those who can part:
Marriage is this, no more, howe'er priests moan;
The rest is words, mere words, and custom's vapour
The heart will brush aside as easily
As fancy paints a picture.
On Clergymen Preaching Politics
© John Byrom
Indeed, Sir Peter, I could wish, I own,
That parsons would let politics alone;
Plead, if they will, the customary plea,
For such like talk, when o'er the dish of tea:
But when they tease us with it from the pulpit,
I own, Sir Peter, that I cannot help it.
L'Homme Moyen Sensuel
© Ezra Pound
Yet Radway went. A circumspectious prig!
And then that woman like a guinea-pig
Accosted, that's the word, accosted him,
Thereon the amorous calor slightly frosted him.
(I burn, I freeze, I sweat, said the fair Greek,
I speak in contradictions, so to speak.)
The Present Age
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Say not the age is hard and cold--
I think it brave and grand;
When men of diverse sects and creeds
Are clasping hand in hand.
Sir Raymond of the Castle
© Mary Darby Robinson
NEAR GLARIS, on a mountain's side,
Beneath a shad'wy wood,
With walls of ivy compass'd round,
An ancient Castle stood.
I Apprehend You...
© Alexander Blok
I apprehend You. The years pass by -
Yet in constant form, I apprehend You.
Eastern Song
© Alexander Pushkin
I think that thou wert born for this
To set the poet's vision burning,
