All Poems
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The Unillumined Verge
© Robert Seymour Bridges
THEY tell you that Death s at the turn of the road,
That under the shade of a cypress you ll find him,
And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad
Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him.
Earth Is Enough
© Edwin Markham
Here on the paths of every-day -
Here on the common human way
Is all the stuff the gods would take
To build a Heaven, to mold and make
New Edens. Ours is the stuff sublime
To build Eternity in time!
The Complaisant Friend
© Pierre Louys
The storm lasted all night. Selenis, with her lovely
hair, came to spin with me. She stayed for fear of
the mud, and we filled my little bed, clasped close
to each other. When two girls go to bed together, sleep
The Scots [A Dirge]
© Henry Lawson
Black Scots and red Scots,
Red Scots and black;
I hae dealt wi the red Scot,
An dealt wi the black.
A Wish
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Mine be a flat beside the Hill;
A vendor's cry shall soothe my ear
A landlord shall present his bill
At least a dozen times a year.
The Campfire Of The Sun
© Bliss William Carman
LO, now, the journeying sun,
Another day's march done,
Kindles his campfire at the edge of night!
And in the twilight pale
The Streams Song
© Lascelles Abercrombie
Make way, make way,
You thwarting stones;
Room for my play,
Serious ones.
Part Of A Prologue Written And Spoken By The POet Laberius A Roman Knight, Whom Caesar Forced Upon T
© Oliver Goldsmith
PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.
WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage,
With Madness Like to Mine
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
NOT one is filled with madness like to mine
In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here,
There my neglected book, both pledged for wine.
With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear,
Love Me A Little
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love me a little, love me as thou wilt,
Whether a draught it be of passionate wine
Poured with both hands divine,
Or just a cup of water spilt
On The Death Of Mr Aikman
© James Thomson
Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind,
Just as the living forms by thee designed;
by William Wordsworth">"Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate"
© William Wordsworth
CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate,
Who never did to Fortune bend the knee;
Love In Their Little Veins Inspires
© Thomas Shadwell
Love in their little veins inspires
their cheerful notes, their soft desires.
A Parable - II
© James Russell Lowell
Said Christ our Lord, 'I will go and see
How the men, my brethren, believe in me.'
He passed not again through the gate of birth,
But made himself known to the children of earth.
Anhelli - Chapter 8
© Juliusz Slowacki
And they came to a subterranean lake,
and proceeded along the shores of the dark water,
which stirred not, but was golden in places from the light of torches.
New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream
© George MacDonald
I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
A Wreath Of Sonnets (1/14)
© France Preseren
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined,
Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound,
And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound:
Thus are the other harmonies combined.
The Last Of The Roses
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A ROYAL rose! A rose how darkly red!
A proud, voluptuous, full blown flower, that sways
Her sceptre o'er the wind-swept garden-ways,
With mantling cheek and bold, imperious head!
