All Poems
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Against Fruition
© Abraham Cowley
No; thou'rt a fool, I'll swear, if e'er thou grant;
Much of my veneration thou must want,
Herenowour age of socialism!...
© Boris Pasternak
Herenowour age of socialism!
Here in the thick of life below.
Today in the name of things to be
Into the future forth we go.
Celebrating The Opulence Of The Lords Of Ts'in
© Confucius
Our ruler to the hunt proceeds;
And black as iron are his steeds
That heed the charioteer's command,
Who holds the six reins in his hand.
His favorites follow to the chase,
Rejoicing in his special grace.
Hymn
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands
Despair and victory give;
In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,
The souls of nations live;
The Wind-Flower
© Jones Very
Thou lookest up with meek confiding eye
Upon the clouded smile of April's face,
The Unreturning
© Bliss William Carman
The old eternal spring once more
Comes back the sad eternal way,
With tender rosy light before
The going-out of day.
The Two Masks
© George Meredith
Melpomene among her livid people,
Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia looks,
Sonnet 36: The Children of the Night
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
The sonnet is a crown, whereof the rhymes
Are for Thoughts purest gold the jewel-stones;
But shapes and echoes that are never done
Will haunt the workshop, as regret sometimes
Will bring with human yearning to sad thrones
The crash of battles that are never won.
A Story Of Doom: Book III.
© Jean Ingelow
Above the head of great Methuselah
There lay two demons in the opened roof
Invisible, and gathered up his words;
For when the Elder prophesied, it came
About, that hidden things were shown to them,
And burdens that he spake against his time.
A Certain Evening
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
That night the whole world mingled,
The souls were babes at play,
And angel danced with devil.
And God cried, 'Holiday!'
Listen!
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.
Harry Morant
© William Henry Ogilvie
Harry Morant was a friend I had
In the years long passed away,
A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,
A knight born out of his day.
Sea-Born
© Virna Sheard
Afar in the turbulent city,
In a hive where men make gold,
He stood at his loom from dawn to dark,
While the passing years were told.
Sonnet VI.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pale Roamer thro' the Night! thou poor forlorn!
Remorse that man on his death-bed possess,
Who in the credulous hour of tenderness
Betrayed, then cast thee forth to Want and scorn!
The Defence
© Henry King
Piensan los Enamorados
Que tienen los otros, los oios quebranta dos.
VVhy slightest thou what I approve?
Thou art no Peer to try my love,
The Wharf On ThamesSide; Winter Dawn
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Day begins cold and misty on soiled snow
That frost has ridged and crusted. Sound of steps
Comes, then a shape emerges from the mist
Without haste, trudging tracks the feet know well,
I Shall Soon Fall Prey To Rot
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
I shall soon fall prey to rot.
Though it's hard to die, it's good to die;
I shall ask for no one's pity,
And there's no one who would pity me.
