All Poems

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Ghazal 1 (With English Translation)

© Inshaullah Khan Insha

O Insha! Who gets respite from the turns of fortune!
It’s blessing indeed that a few friends are still with us!

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J. C. M.

© George Meredith

A fountain of our sweetest, quick to spring
In fellowship abounding, here subsides:
And never passage of a cloud on wing
To gladden blue forgets him; near he hides.

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The Suburbs

© Enid Derham

MILES and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour,  

Each for some unquiet soul a haven and a home,  

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The Bride Of The Nile - Act I

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt


Act I Governor's Palace at Alexandria.
Act II Garden House of the Makawkas at On.
Act III On the Banks of the Nile. Time, th Century, A.D.

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Requital

© John Greenleaf Whittier

As Islam's Prophet, when his last day drew

Nigh to its close, besought all men to say

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A Dream

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I dreamed
A dream of you,
Not as you seemed
When you were late unkind

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The Hillside Grave

© Madison Julius Cawein

Ten-hundred deep the drifted daisies break

  Here at the hill's foot; on its top, the wheat

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Threnody.

© Robert Crawford

Dark Pine that moanest long,
Sad, solitary tree!
As if the world's wrong
A tongue had found in thee,

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Who Knows How Mother Plays

© Swami Vivekananda

Perchance a prophet thou-

Who knows? Who dares touch

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Der Tausch an Hr. W.

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Ein Maegdchen, das Verstand und Geist

Gemeiner Schoenen Zahl entreisst,

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Epistle To Augusta

© George Gordon Byron

  I.
  My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
  Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
  Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim

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America's Welcome Home

© Henry Van Dyke

Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.

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A Colloquy: (For M. W.)

© Katharine Tynan

"When you get to Heaven, seek and find my boy.
  Mother him!" "Until you come?" "I shall never come.
Earth was good enough for me who had all my joy
  In my Love, my Light of home.

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Sonnet 20

© Richard Barnfield

But now my Muse toyld with continuall care,

Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace,

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The Horses

© Katharine Lee Bates

"Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European belligerents."

WHAT was our share in the sinning,

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Which are You?

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;

Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

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Olney Hymn 23: Pleading For And With Youth

© William Cowper

Sin has undone our wretched race;
But Jesus has restored,
And brought the sinner face to face
With his forgiving Lord.

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A Dead Letter

© Henry Austin Dobson

I DREW it from its china tomb;—  

 It came out feebly scented  

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Occasional Address

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detained
at Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792.
WHEN in a thousand swarms, the summer o'er,
The birds of passage quit our English shore,
By various routs the feather'd myriad moves;
The Becca-Fica seeks Italian groves,

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Ancestors

© Cesare Pavese

Stunned by the world, I reached an age

when I threw punches at air and cried to myself.