All Poems
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I have since done evil in my life,
I was not born for evil. This I know.
My soul was a thing pure from sensual strife.
No vice of the blood foredoomed me to this woe.
A Letter Sent To Mrs. Barber
© Mary Barber
Thou glorious Ruler of the beauteous Day!
Have sev'nteen Years so swiftly roll'd away?
Hast thou so oft the heav'nly Circle run,
When scarce I thought thy radiant Course begun?
Up In The Morning Early
© Robert Burns
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,
I`m sure it`s winters fairly.
An Ode - In Imitation of Horace, Book III. Ode II.
© Matthew Prior
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie
In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose
Salmacis And Hermaphroditus
© Ovid
HOW Salmacis with weak enfeebling streams
Softens the body, and unnerves the limbs,
Love's Astrology
© William Watson
I know not if they erred
Who thought to see
The tale of all the times to be,
Star-character'd;
I know not, neither care,
If fools or knaves they were.
Mr. Edwards and the Spider
© Robert Lowell
I saw the spiders marching through the air,
Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day
Terre Promise
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair
Had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by,
Her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly:
What things unspoken trembled in the air!
The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Here meet together the prefiguring day
And day prefigured. Eating, thou shalt stand,
The Orphan
© Ann Taylor
MY father and mother are dead,
Nor friend, nor relation I know;
And now the cold earth is their bed,
And daisies will over them grow.
Fantasia
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The happy men that lose their heads
They find their heads in heaven,
Eidolons
© Madison Julius Cawein
The white moth-mullein brushed its slim
Cool, faery flowers against his knee;
In places where the way lay dim
The branches, arching suddenly,
Made tomblike mystery for him.
The Bother
© Rudyard Kipling
Hastily Adam our driver swallowed a curse in the darkness-
Petrol nigh at end and something wrong with a sprocket
Good and Bad Luck
© John Hay
Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls;
Long in one place she will not stay:
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
Kisses you quick and flies away.
Homage to Hieronymus Bosch
© Thomas MacGreevy
A woman with no face walked into the light;
A boy, in a brown-tree norfolk suit,
Holding on
Without hands
To her seeming skirt.
Poems Of Joys
© Walt Whitman
O to make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.
Invitation
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by the fire
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XV. -- A Little Bird In
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A little bird in the air
Is singing of Thyri the fair,
The Blasted Fig-Tree
© John Newton
One aweful word which Jesus spoke,
Against the tree which bore no fruit;
More piercing than the lightning's stroke,
Blasted and dried it to the root.
