All Poems
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Eclogue Of The Liberal And The Poet
© Allen Tate
POET
Yes, look at the water grim and black
Where immense Europa rears her head,
Her face pinched and her breasts slack.
"The Laurels"
© John Greenleaf Whittier
FROM these wild rocks I look to-day
O'er leagues of dancing waves, and see
The far, low coast-line stretch away
To where our river meets the sea.
Commemorative Of A Naval Victory
© Herman Melville
Sailors there are of the gentlest breed,
Yet strong, like every goodly thing;
To His Mistress
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
There comes an end to summer,
To spring showers and hoar rime;
Sonnet 29: Like Some Weak Lords
© Sir Philip Sidney
Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,
To keep themselves and their chief cities free,
Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be
Ready to store their camps of needful things:
On The Death Of An Infant
© George Moses Horton
Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn,
The Seraphs have rock'd it to sleep;
Away with an angelic smile it has gone,
And left a sad parent to weep!
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVII
He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,
Proper Bride
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky -
We really know our worth,
The Sun and I!
The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Stream of my fathers! sweetly still
The sunset rays thy valley fill;
Stanzas For Music: There Be None Of Beauty's Daughters
© George Gordon Byron
There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like Thee;
The Thank-Offering
© George MacDonald
My Lily snatches not my gift;
Glad is she to be fed,
But to her mouth she will not lift
The piece of broken bread,
Till on my lips, unerring, swift,
The morsel she has laid.
Remorse
© Emily Dickinson
Remorse - is Memory - awake -
Her Parties all astir -
A Presence of Departed Acts -
At window - and at Door -
On Easter Day
© Oscar Wilde
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
Ma Lady's Lips Am Like De Honey
© James Weldon Johnson
Breeze a-sighin' and a-blowin',
Southern summer night.
Stars a-gleamin' and a-glowin',
Moon jes shinin' right.
King Canute
© William Makepeace Thackeray
KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,
Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;
And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore.
