All Poems
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Prologue To Faulkener
© Charles Lamb
The genius who conceived that magic tale
Was skilled by native pathos to prevail.
His stories, though rough-drawn and framed in haste,
Had that which pleased our homely grandsires' taste.
A Dream
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
We stood together in an open field;
Pippa Passes: Part III: Evening
© Robert Browning
Mother
If there blew wind, you'd hear a long sigh, easing
The utmost heaviness of music's heart.
The Domestic Tudor's Position
© Joseph Hall
A gentle squire would gladly entertain
Into his house some trencher chapelain;
The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)
© George Borrow
"The wealthy bird came towering,
Came scowering,
O'er hill and stream.
'Look here, look here, thou needy bird,
How gay my feathers gleam.'
Venus Anadyomene
© Arthur Rimbaud
Out of what seems a coffin made of tin
A head protrudes; a woman's, dark with grease -
Out of a bathtub! - slowly; then a fat face
With ill-concealed defects upon the skin.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02:
© Conrad Aiken
You readwhat is it, then that you are reading?
What music moves so silently in your mind?
Your bright hand turns the page.
I watch you from my window, unsuspected:
You move in an alien land, a silent age . . .
The Coming War
© Sam Walter Foss
"There will be a war in Europe,
Thrones will be rent and overturned,"
("Go and fetch a pail of water," said his wife).
"Nations shall go down in slaughter,
The Tryst
© Muriel Stuart
I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,
I took the dead thing from its place.
Like a warm stream in frozen lands
My lips went wandering on her face,
My hands burnt in her hands.
The Hurricane
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!
Uncertainty
© Adam Mickiewicz
While I don't see you, I don't shed a tear
I never lose my senses when you're near,
But, with our meetings few and far between
There's something missing, waiting to be seen.
Is there a name for what I'm thinking of?
Are we just friends? Or should I call this love?
Agamemnon In The Fight
© George Meredith
[Iliad, B. XI. V. 148]
These, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing the thickest,
The Summer Girl
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,
With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,
With her eyes inviting glances and her lips inviting kisses,
As she wanders by the ocean or strolls under country skies.
Bread And Gravy
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's a heap o' satisfaction in a chunk o' pumpkin pie,
An' I'm always glad I'm livin' when the cake is passin' by;
The Anvil
© Rudyard Kipling
There shall be one people-it shall serve one Lord-
(Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!)
It shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and sword.
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into shape!
Fragment from the Berenice
© Theocritus
Ye that would fain net fish and wealth withal,
For bare existence harrowing yonder mere,
To this our Lady slay at even-fall
That holy fish, which, since it hath no peer
Lincoln
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Today the nation's heart lies crushed and weak;
Drooping and draped in black our banners stand.
Too stunned to cry revenge, we scarce may speak
The grief that chokes all utterance through the land.
God is in all. With tears our eyes are dim,
Yet strive through darkness to look to Him!
Beyond
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Youth is all valiant. He and I together,
Conscious of strength, and unreproved of wrong,
Strained at the world's conventions as a tether
Too weak to bind us, and burst forth in song.
