All Poems
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An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq.
© Mary Barber
The first Glass shall welcome you, Sir, to our Coast;
And dear Lady Conway shall be my next Toast.
With Mirth, and good Humour, I'll make up the Treat;
I know you're too wise, to love dining in State.
Consolation
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves
Beat turbulent with terrible uproar!
Is there no rest from tossing, - no repose?
Where shall we find a haven and a shore?
God Speaks
© Lesbia Harford
I made a heaven for you filled with stars,
Each star a song
Meant to give happy music to your ear,
Day and night long.
The Passing Of Spring
© Alfred Austin
Spring came out of the woodland chase,
With her violet eyes and her primrose face,
With an iris scarf for her sole apparel,
And a voice as blithe as a blackbird's carol.
Sonnet XXIX. To Miss C----
© Charlotte Turner Smith
On being desired to attempt writing a Comedy.
WOULD'ST thou then have me tempt the comic scene
Of gay Thalia? used so long to tread
The gloomy paths of sorrow's cypress shade;
"It Was Not In The Winter"
© Thomas Hood
It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the Time of Roses,
We plucked them as we passed!
The Castle In Austria
© Clemens Maria Brentano
There lies a castle in Austria,
Right goodly to behold,
Walled tip with marble stones so fair,
With silver and with red gold.
The Old Magic
© Edith Nesbit
Gray is the sea, and the skies are gray;
They are ghosts of our blue, bright yesterday;
And gray are the breasts of the gulls that scream
Like tortured souls in an evil dream.
Suggested By The Death Of Charles Skinner Matthews
© John Kenyon
Joyously launched on life's untravelled streams,
Youth fears nor open sea nor treacherous bay;
The Lords of Maussane
© René Char
One after the other, they wished to predict a happy future for us,
With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish befitting us!
Extremes
© James Whitcomb Riley
A little boy once played so loud
That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, "Since I can't be heard, why, then
I'll never, never thunder again!"
When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells,
Stanzas Composed During A Thunder-storm
© George Gordon Byron
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
Where Pindus' mountains rise,
And angry clouds are pouring fast
The vengeance of the skies.
Five Little Fingers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
And this stout thumb is their great sturdy brother.
She Is Not Fair To Outward View
© Hartley Coleridge
SHE is not fair to outward view,
As many maidens be,
The Aristocrat
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The summer I had passed in my own fashion
High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil.
I was released and free, and spent my passion
On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil.
