All Poems
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Prejudice
© Jane Taylor
It is not worth our while, but if it were,
We all could undertake to laugh at her ;
Since vulgar prejudice, the lowest kind,
Of course, has full possession of her mind ;
Here, therefore, let us leave her, and inquire
Wherein it differs as it rises higher.
To The Author Of The "Victorian Poets."
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SO keen, so clear thy genius, that no mist
Of subtlest praise can baffle or delay
The lance-like, swift illuminating ray,
Wherewith, O art-enamored annalist,
Madam Gabrina, Or the Ill-favourd Choice
© Henry King
Con mala Muger el remedio
Mucha Tierra por el medio.
I have oft wondred why thou didst elect
Thy Mistress of a stuff none could affect,
Three Men Of Gotham
© Thomas Love Peacock
Seamen three! What men be ye?
Gothams three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Where are the temperance people?
All scattered here and there,
Sowing the seeds of righteous deeds,
That the harvest may be fair.
The Ancient Beasts
© Arthur Rimbaud
The ancient beasts bred even on the run,
their glans encrusted with blood and excrement.
Our forefathers displayed their members proudly
by the fold of the sheath and the grain of the scrotum.
The Sweetness Of England
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And when, at last
Escaped,-so many a green slope built on slope
From a Greek Epigram
© Samuel Rogers
While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,
And the blue vales a thousand joys recall,
See, to the last, last verge her infant steals!
O fly - yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall.
Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare,
And the fond boy springs back to nestle there.
A Day Dream
© Emily Jane Brontë
On a sunny brae alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May,
With her young lover, June.
To John Nichol: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days
Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute
To A Youthful Friend
© George Gordon Byron
Few years have pass'd since thou and I
Were firmest friends, at least in name,
And childhood's gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the same.
The Bastard
© Richard Savage
Is chance a guilt? that my disastrous heart,
For mischief never meant; must ever smart?
Can self-defence be sin?-Ah, plead no more!
What though no purposed malice stained thee o'er?
Had Heaven befriended thy unhappy side,
Thou hadst not been provoked-or thou hadst died.
A Feller's Hat
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's funny 'bout a feller's hat--
He can't remember where it's at,
The Contented Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'VE had a heap of fun and I've had a heap of sorrow,
I've had a heap of pleasure and I've had a heap of pain,
Poem 15
© Kabir
LAMPS burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you.
There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing to do: it is he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die again.
England
© William Wilfred Campbell
ENGLAND, England, England,
Girdled by ocean and skies,
And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,
And a hope that never dies.
Fancies At Leisure - I
© William Michael Rossetti
Is it a little thing to lie down here
Beside the water, looking into it,
And see there grass and fallen leaves interknit,
And small fish sometimes passing thro' some bit
Of tangled grass where there's an outlet clear?
King Christian, A National Song Of Denmark. (From The Danish Of Johannes Evald)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Christian stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
I Shall Not Go With Pain
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I shall not go with pain
Whether you hold me, whether you forget
My little loss and my immortal gain.
O flower unseen, O fountain sealed apart!
Give me one look, one look remembering yet,
Sweet heart.
