All Poems
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The Subway
© Allen Tate
Till broken in the shift of quieter
Dense altitudes tangential of your steel,
I am become geometries, and glut
Expansions like a blind astronomer
Dazed, while the worldless heavens bulge and reel
In the cold revery of an idiot.
The Men Who Made Australia
© Henry Lawson
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push,
Therell be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trap
The Angel In The House. Book II. The Epilogue
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
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Ah, dearest Wife, a fresh-lit fire
To The Picture Of A Lady
© Frances Anne Kemble
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet,
With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air,
To the Snowdrop
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.
A Farewell
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Farewell! Forget the days of trial,
Of grudge, ill humor, misery--
Winter Clouds
© Mao Zedong
Winter clouds snow-laden, cotton fluff flying,
None or few the unfallen flowers.
Our Abode In Arby Wood
© William Barnes
Though ice do hang upon the willows
Out bezide the vrozen brook,
Cease, Warring Thoughts
© James Shirley
Cease, warring thoughts, and let his brain
No more discord entertain,
But be smooth and calm again.
Major Bellenden's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
And what though winter will pinch severe
Through locks of grey and a cloak that's old?
Yet keep up thy heart, bold cavalier,
For a cup of sack shall fence the cold.
First Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Where is the land with milk and honey flowing,
The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?
Eclipse
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So for the luxury of the flesh, wrap it in fur of fox that it be warm,
In the bear's coat sheltering its nakedness from storm.
Letters
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
Accolon Of Gaul: Part III
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way
Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray
Coney Island
© Sara Teasdale
Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow-
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.
From Menander
© William Cowper
Fond youth! who dream'st that hoarded gold
Is needful not alone to pay
For all thy various items sold,
To serve the wants of every day;
