All Poems
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Charms And Knots
© George Herbert
Who reade a chapter when they rise,
Shall ne're be troubled with ill eyes.
The Fount Of Tears
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
All hot and grimy from the road,
Dust gray from arduous years,
I sat me down and eased my load
Beside the Fount of Tears.
The Isles Of Greece
© George Gordon Byron
The mountains look on Marathon-
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free;
For standing on the Persians' grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.
The Southern Mother's Charge
© Anonymous
You go, my son, to the battle-field
To repel the invading foe;
'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield
Till death shall lay you low.
He Should Meet A Mother There
© Edgar Albert Guest
If he should meet a mother there
Along some winding Flanders road,
The Lads of the Maple Leaf
© Jessie Pope
RIPE for any adventure, sturdy, loyal and game,
Quick to the call of the Mother, the young Canadians came.
Eager to show their mettle, ready to shed their blood,
They bowed their neck to the collar and trained in the Wiltshire mud;
Light And Wind
© Madison Julius Cawein
Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees,
The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05:
© Conrad Aiken
The snow floats down upon us, we turn, we turn,
Through gorges filled with light we sound and flow . . .
One is struck down and hurt, we crowd about him,
We bear him away, gaze after his listless body;
But whether he lives or dies we do not know.
The Wild Iris
© Madison Julius Cawein
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,-so lone
Clouds are not lonelier, the forest lay
In emerald darkness round us. Many a stone
And gnarly root, gray-mossed, made wild our way:
And many a bird the glimmering light along
Showered the golden bubbles of its song.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 14
© Conrad Aiken
Like an old tree uprooted by the wind
And flung down cruelly
The King and the Sea
© Rudyard Kipling
After His Realms and States were moved
To bare their hearts to the King they loved,
Tendering themselves in homage and devotion,
The Tide Wave up the Channel spoke
To all those eager, exultant folk:-
"Hear now what Man was given you by the Ocean!
Change
© Sara Teasdale
REMEMBER me as I was then;
Turn from me now, but always see
The laughing shadowy girl who stood
At midnight by the flowering tree,
The Voices Of The Ocean
© Robert Laurence Binyon
All the night the voices of ocean around my sleep
Their murmuring undulation sleepless kept.
Rocked in a dream I slept,
Till drawn from trances deep
To Man Without Money
© Robert Herrick
No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim,
If favour or occasion help not him.
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle
© William Wordsworth
Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
August
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THERE WERE four apples on the bough,
Half gold half red, that one might know
The blood was ripe inside the core;
The colour of the leaves was more
Like stems of yellow corn that grow
Through all the gold June meadows floor.
Ode To The
© George Canning
How blest, how firm the Statesman stands,
(Him no low intrigue shall move),
Circled by faithful kindred bands,
And propp'd by fond fraternal love.
