All Poems
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The Asthmatic To The Satan That Binds Him
© George MacDonald
Satan, avaunt!
Nay, take thine hour,
Thou canst not daunt,
Thou hast no power;
Be welcome to thy nest,
Though it be in my breast.
Wait Till Your Pa Comes Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Wait till your Pa comes home!" Oh, dear!
What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear.
Yet never a boy of three or four
But has heard it a thousand times or more.
"Wait till your Pa comes home, my lad,
And see what you'll get for being bad,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 04 - Some Vital Functions
© Lucretius
In these affairs
We crave that thou wilt passionately flee
O Ship of State
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
The Anarchist.
© Arthur Henry Adams
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,
The darkness shudders slowly into light;
And from the weary bosom of the night
The pent winds sigh, then sink with horror still.
Sonnet XXIV: Let the World's Sharpness
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
Envoi des feuilles d'automne
© Victor Marie Hugo
Ce livre errant qui va l'aile brisée,
Et que le vent jette à votre croisée
Comme un grêlon à tous les murs cogné,
The Last Man
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
Tamar
© Robinson Jeffers
Grass grows where the flame flowered;
A hollowed lawn strewn with a few black stones
And the brick of broken chimneys; all about there
The old trees, some of them scarred with fire, endure the sea
wind.
Love's Phases
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love hath the wings of the butterfly,
Oh, clasp him but gently,
Pausing and dipping and fluttering by
Inconsequently.
Stir not his poise with the breath of a sigh;
Love hath the wings of the butterfly.
November
© Hilaire Belloc
Till, driven and hurled from his strong citadels,
He flies in hurrying cloud and spurs him on,
Empty of lingerings, empty of farewells
And final benedictions, and is gone.
But in my garden all the trees have shed
Their legacies of the light, and all the flowers are dead.
A Prayer For The King's Majesty
© Edith Nesbit
God, by our memories of his Mother's face,
By the love that makes our heart her dwelling-place,
Grant to our sorrow this desired grace:
God save the King!
Riley
© Madison Julius Cawein
His Birthday, October the 7th, 1912
RILEY, whose pen has made the world your debtor,
Blind
© Harry Kemp
The Spring blew trumpets of color,
Her green song in my brain . . .
I heard a blind man groping,
Tap-tap with his cane;
The wind trapped like a tired man,
© Emily Dickinson
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within
Peasant Wedding
© William Carlos Williams
Pour the wine bridegroom
where before you the
bride is enthroned her hair
To ----
© Sidney Lanier
The Day was dying; his breath
Wavered away in a hectic gleam;
And I said, if Life's a dream, and Death
And Love and all are dreams - I'll dream.
