All Poems
/ page 886 of 3210 /
Nightfall in Dordrecht
© Eugene Field
The mill goes toiling slowly around
With steady and solemn creak,
Washing And Dressing
© Ann Taylor
AH! why will my dear little girl be so cross,
And cry, and look sulky, and pout?
To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss,
I can't even kiss her without.
The True Heroes : Or, The Noble Army Of Martyrs
© Hannah More
You who love a tale of glory,
Listen to the song I sing:
Heroes of the Christian story
Are the heroes I shall bring.
A Song Against Love
© Arthur Symons
There is a thing in the world that has been since the world began:
The hatred of man for woman, the hatred of woman for man.
When shall this thing be ended? When love ends, hatred ends.
For love is a chain between foes and love is a sword between friends.
Shall there never be love without hatred? Not since the world began,
Until man teach honour to woman, and woman teach pity to man,
Glucose Self-Monitoring by Katy Giebenhain: American Life in Poetry #33 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea
© Ted Kooser
Katy Giebenhain, an American living in Berlin, Germany, depicts a ritual that many diabetics undergo several times per day: testing one’s blood sugar. The poet shows us new ways of looking at what can be an uncomfortable chore by comparing it to other things: tapping trees for syrup, checking oil levels in a car, milking a cow.
ulti ho gain sab tadabiren
© Meer Taqi Meer
ulti ho gain sab tadabiren, kuch na dawa ne kam kiya
dekha is bimari-e-dil ne akhir kam tamam kiya
A Woman's Last Song. - From an Unpublished Romance
© Alaric Alexander Watts
'Tis now that softening hour
When love hath deepest power,
Limerick: There was an Old Sailor of Compton
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Sailor of Compton,
Whose vessel a rock it once bump'd on;
The shock was so great,
that it damaged the pate,
Of that singular Sailor of Compton.
The Vigil Of Venus
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Tunc liquore de superno spumeo et ponti globo,
Cærulas inter catervas, inter et bipedes equos,
Fecit undantem Dionen de maritis imbribus.
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quiqiie amavit cras amet.
The Blind Girl Of Castel-Cuille. (From The Gascon of Jasmin)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At the foot of the mountain height
Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
In the plain below were growing white,
This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve:
The Things They Mustn't Touch
© Edgar Albert Guest
Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,
The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings,
An' some of the walls were lovely, but some of the things weren't much,
But all had a rail around 'em, an' all wore a sign "Don't touch."
The Black Hound
© Roderic Quinn
WHITE-TOOTHED is the Black Hound,
And ever, as he comes after,
There is no sweetness in wine,
Nor is there joyance in laughter.
Little Brown Bird
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
O LITTLE brown bird in the rain,
In the sweet rain of spring,
Epitaph, Intended For Himself
© James Beattie
Escaped the gloom of mortal life, a soul
Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay,
Safe where no cares their whelming billows roll,
No doubts bewilder, and no hopes betray.
Pereunt Et Imputantur
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Bernard, if to you and me
Fortune all at once should give
Years to spend secure and free,
With the choice of how to live,
Tell me, what should we proclaim
Life deserving of the name?
The Annunciation And Passion
© John Donne
TAMELY, frail body, abstain to-day ; to-day
My soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.
Ode XIII: To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House of Brandenburgh
© Mark Akenside
I.
The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,
An Unmarked Festival
© Alice Meynell
There's a feast undated, yet
Both our true lives hold it fast,-
Even the day when we first met.
What a great day came and passed,
-Unknown then, but known at last.
