All Poems
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Adversaries
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Who are these that meet
At random in the street?
Adversaries! Yet they
Make no sign nor stay.
Dedication To Lady Windsor
© Alfred Austin
Where violets blue to olives gray
From furrows brown lift laughing eyes,
And silvery Mensola sings its way
Through terraced slopes, nor seeks to stay,
But onward and downward leaps and flies;
Usne sukuut-e-shab meN bhii
© Ahmad Faraz
usne sukuut-e-shab meN bhii apnaa payaam rakh diyaa
hijr kii raat baam par maah-e-tamaam rakh diyaa
The Twa Gordons
© George MacDonald
There was John Gordon an' Archibold,
An' a yerl's twin sons war they;
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld
They fell oot on their ae birthday.
Sonnet I
© Caroline Norton
ON SEEING THE BUST OF THE YOUNG PRINCESS DE MONTFORT
(In the studio of Bartolini, at Florence).
SWEET marble I didst thou merely represent,
In lieu of her on whom our glances rest,
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
An Out-Worn Sappho
© James Whitcomb Riley
How tired I am! I sink down all alone
Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,
Australian War Song
© Henry Kendall
Men have said that ye were sleeping
Hurl, Australians, back the lie;
The Human Touch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thanked God she made roses still for pretty ladies' wear,
Threepence for a dozen such, working to the night.
Dragged in to a hurried knot all her dusty hair
Eyes foolish with fatigue straining to the light.
The Chaplet
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A little girl through field and wood
Went plucking flowerets here and there,
When suddenly beside her stood
A lady wondrous fair!
Roses And Gasoline
© Edgar Albert Guest
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,"
Cried Romeo once, and truth he spoke I own;
And we should smell the autos down the street
Though gasoline were labeled French cologne.
Miss Pixie
© Lloyd Roberts
Did you ever meet Miss Pixie of the Spruces,
Did you ever glimpse her mocking elfin face,
Did you ever hear her calling while the whip-poor-wills were calling,
And slipped your pack and taken up the chase?
Sonnet XXVII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How yesterday is long ago! The past
Is a fixed infinite distance from to-day,
The Woman In The Rye
© Thomas Hardy
'Why do you stand in the dripping rye,
Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee,
When there are firesides near?' said I.
'I told him I wished him dead,' said she.
Little Minnie
© Julia A Moore
Alone, all alone
In the grave yard she is sleeping,
That little one we loved so well -
God her little soul is keeping,
For he doeth all things well.
Post Mortem.
© Robert Crawford
When I have passed the bourne of ear and eye,
And thou my whereabouts no more canst tell;
When all I am is but a phantasy,
Seen in thy heart, to none else visible:
To A Caotive Crane
© Hamlin Garland
Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too?
Is thy heart hot with restless pain?
As It Goes
© Edgar Albert Guest
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,
On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;
