All Poems
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Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 2.
© William Cowper
How exquisitely sweet
This rich display of flowers,
This airy wild of fragrance,
So lovely to the eye,
And to the sense so sweet.
A Battle Prayer
© Edgar Albert Guest
God of battles, be with us now:
Guard our sons from the lead of shame,
Watch our sons when the cannons flame,
Let them not to a tyrant bow.
Dialogue In Verse
© Christopher Marlowe
_Friend._ Let him give her gay gold rings
Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay];
[F]or were her lovers lords or kings,
They should not carry the wench away.
The Old Leaven
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Maurice:
No, Mark, I'm not so easily cross'd;
'Tis true that I've had a run
Of bad luck lately; indeed, I've lost;
Well! somebody else has won.
God Bless Our Native Land
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
God bless our native land,
Land of the newly free,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and liberty.
The Girdle Of Friendship
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SHE gathered at her slender waist
The beauteous robe she wore;
Its folds a golden belt embraced,
One rose-hued gem it bore.
On A Prayer-Book, With its Frontispiece, Ary Scheffers "Christus Consolator," Americanized By The O
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O ARY SCHEFFER! when beneath thine eye,
Touched with the light that cometh from above,
Grew the sweet picture of the dear Lord's love,
No dream hadst thou that Christian hands would tear
The Grotto
© Francis Scarfe
The sea still plunges where as naked boys
We dared the currents and the racing tides
Two Voices
© Edith Nesbit
COUNTRY
'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover,
Sonnet LXXIII. To A Querulous Acquaintance
© Charlotte Turner Smith
THOU! whom Prosperity has always led
O'er level paths, with moss and flow'rets strewn;
For whom she still prepares a downy bed
With roses scatter'd, and to thorns unknown,
Hermana, Hazme Llorar...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Fuensanta:
Dame todas las lágrimas del mar.
Mis ojos están secos y yo sufro
Unas inmensas ganas de llorar.
The Happy Hyena
© Carolyn Wells
There once was a happy Hyena
Who played on an old concertina.
He dressed very well,
And in his lapel
He carelessly stuck a verbena.
Kindness
© Sylvia Plath
Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.
Me Thinks This Heart Should Rest Awhile
© Emily Jane Brontë
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls
Table Talk
© William Cowper
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;
Stray Birds 91 - 99
© Rabindranath Tagore
91
THE great earth makes herself hospitable
with the help of the grass.
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