All Poems
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Wind O' The Autumn
© William Henry Ogilvie
I love you, wind o' the Autumn, that came from I know not where,
To lead me out of the toiling world to a ballroom fresh and fair,
Where the poplars tall and golden and the beeches rosy and red
Are setting to woodland partners and dancing the stars to bed!
Fishing Nooks
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Men will grow weary," said the Lord,
"Of working for their bed and board.
Fitz Adam's Story
© James Russell Lowell
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell
Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well,
Compensation
© Edith Nesbit
LADY, I see you every day--
More than your other lovers do;
I sit beside you at the Play,
And in the Park I ride with you.
"Mary At The Cross"
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
O wondrous mother! since the dawn of time
Was ever love, was ever grief, like thine?
O highly favored in thy joy's deep flow,
And favored, even in this, thy bitterest woe!
Sonnet To Byron
© John Keats
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
Attuning still the soul to tenderness,
As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,
Had touch'd her plaintive lute, and thou, being by,
Series
© Paul Eluard
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
To live the taste of colours easily
To enjoy loves so as to laugh
To open eyes at the final moment
The Old Song
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I saw the kings of London town,
The kings that buy and sell,
That built it up with penny loaves
And penny lies as well:
The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving of 1892
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Never since the race was started,
Had a boy in any clime,
Cause to be so thankful-hearted,
As the boys of present time.
To Eliza
© George Moses Horton
Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well--away I fly--
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Yee happy floods! that now must passe
The sacred conduicts of her wombe,
Smooth and transparent as your face,
When you are deafe, and windes are dumbe.
To Bi Siyao
© Du Fu
Once stately figures in the art of rhyme,
Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin,
The Black Bordered Letter
© Henry Lawson
We was warm,
We was warm,
As pals was ever seen;
We never ad a dry word
Till she come between.
The Stable Path
© William Henry Ogilvie
The last red rose on the arch has faded,
The border has mourned for its last white flower;
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Undertone
© Madison Julius Cawein
Ah me! too soon the Autumn comes
Among these purple-plaintive hills!
Too soon among the forest gums
Premonitory flame she spills,
Bleak, melancholy flame that kills.
Between Two Worlds
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
Ballade Of A Hardy Annual
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Brothers in motley, the season is here;
Small is the boon that we sadly invoke:
Butcher it, murder it, jump on its ear!--
Down with the grandmother-funeral joke!
