All Poems
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The Palace of Art
© Alfred Tennyson
And "while the world runs round and round," I said,
"Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as, while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
© John Donne
ADOPTED in God's family and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
In Memory of my Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, who deceased June 20, 1669, being Three Years and S
© Anne Bradstreet
With troubled heart and trembling hand I write.
The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.
Dock-Leaves
© William Barnes
The dock-leaves that do spread so wide
Up yonder zunny bank's green zide,
Rain at Night
© Bai Juyi
An early cricket chirps,
then pauses;
the dying lamp gutters
then flares again.
Song I
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE FRENCH OF CARDINAL BERNIS.
I.
FRUIT of Aurora's tears, fair rose,
On whose soft leaves fond zephyrs play,
Meditation Sixty-Two
© Edward Taylor
Oh! thou, my Lord, thou king of Saints, here makst
A royall Banquet, thine to entertain
With rich and royall fare, Celestial Cates,
And sittest at the Table rich of fame.
Am I bid to this Feast? Sure Angells stare,
Such Rugged looks, and Ragged robes I ware.
One Autumn Night
© Herbert Bashford
Ah, no! 'twas then I spoke to you of love,
My secret which you long ere that had guessed;
'Twas then I first knew passion's fiery heat
And kissed your cheek, your lips, while high above
A great star shook, and in its burning breast,
As in my own, a red heart beat and beat.
Of The Spouse Of Christ
© John Bunyan
Who's this that cometh from the wilderness,
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrh,
Salopia Inhospitalis
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
TOUCH not that maid:
She is a flower, and changeth but to fade.
To A Picture
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh, serious eyes! how is it that the light,
The burning rays, that mine pour into ye,
Sincerity
© Mary Barber
Sincerity, what are thy Views;
No more my Breast attend.
By thee, alas! we often lose,
But seldom gain a Friend.
Kuessen Und Trinken
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Maegdgen, lass mich dich doch kuessen!
Zaudre nicht, sonst wirst du muessen.
Hurtig! hurtig schenkt mir ein!
Auf das Kuessen schmeckt der Wein!
Limerick:There was a Young Girl of Majorca
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Girl of Majorca,
Whose aunt was a very fast walker;
She walked seventy miles,
And leaped fifteen stiles,
Which astonished that Girl of Majorca.
Song To The Men Of England
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?
Three (O'clock) in the Morning
© Judith Viorst
At three in the morning I used to be sleeping an untroubled
sleep in my bed.
But lately at three in the morning I'm tossing and turning,
Awakened by hypochondria, and gas, and nameless dread,
Whose name I've been learning. (worry)
Windless Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE rain, the desolate rain!
Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!
How it drips on the misty pane,
How it drenches the darkened sill!
The Hero
© Siegfried Sassoon
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
She half looked up. 'We mothers are so proud
Of our dead soldiers.' Then her face was bowed.
