All Poems
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The German-American
© Katharine Lee Bates
HONOR to him whose very blood remembers
The old, enchanted dream-song of the Rhine,
Although his house of life. is fair with shine
Of fires new-kindled on the buried embers;
The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.
The Modern Patriot
© William Cowper
Rebellion is my theme all day,
I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may)
A little nearer home.
Forty
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
IN the heyday of my years, when I thought the world was young,
And believed that I was oldat the very gates of Life
It seemed in every song the birds of heaven sung
That I heard the sweet injunction: Go and get to thee a wife!
Rimas XXXVIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Los suspires son aire, y van al aire.
Las lagrimas son agua, y van al mar.
Dime, mujer: cuando el amor se olvida,
?Sabes tu a donde va?
Clair de Lune
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf
Shoulders his lute. The moon is Levantine.
It settles its pearl in every glass of wine.
Harlequin is already at the wharf.
Farewell To Anactoria
© Allen Tate
Never the tramp of foot or horse,
Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,
Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-
My heart moves lovingly.
Vengeance Is Sweet
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When I was young I longed for Love,
And held his glory far above
Prescience
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The new moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west,
And my betrothed and I in the churchyard paused to rest--
Happy maiden and lover, dreaming the old dream over:
The light winds wandered by, and robins chirped from the nest.
A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day
© Thomas Love Peacock
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's Lord
Sayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;
Queen Mab: Part VI.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
All touch, all eye, all ear,
The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.
Christmas Song
© Bliss William Carman
ABOVE the weary waiting world,
Asleep in chill despair,
There breaks a sound of joyous bells
Upon the frosted air.
Mr. Hosea Biglow's Speech In March Meeting
© James Russell Lowell
(N.B. Reporters gin'lly git a hint
To make dull orjunces seem 'live in print,
An', ez I hev t' report myself, I vum,
I'll put th' applauses where they'd _ough' to_ come!)
Christmas Eve
© Edgar Albert Guest
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled Face,
Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the place,
Violet Moore and Bert Moore
© Conrad Aiken
Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk,
Her mouth as sweet as red-rose musk;
And when she dances his young heart swells
With flutes and viols and silver bells;
His brain is dizzy, his senses swim,
When she slants her ragtime eyes at him. . .
