All Poems
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In A New Night
© Paul Eluard
Woman Ive lived with
Woman I live with
Woman Ill live with
Always the same
L'Amazone
© François Coppée
Devant le frais cottage au gracieux perron,
Sous la porte que timbre un tortil de baron,
Debout entre les deux gros vases de faïence,
L'amazone, déjà pleine d'impatience,
From Faust - Second Part - Scene The Last
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ANGELS.
[Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal
part of Faust.]
Meaple Leaves Be Yellow
© William Barnes
Come, let's stroll down so vur's the poun',
Avore the sparklèn zun is down:
Shes Just A Little Different
© George Ade
In a wood lived Brother Rabbit,
Of a most flirtatious habit,
The African Chief
© William Cullen Bryant
Chained in the market-place he stood,
A man of giant frame,
I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ
© Walt Whitman
I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I
pass'd the church;
Distraction
© Katharine Tynan
When swarms of small distractions harry
Devotion like the gnats that fly
Till prayers are cold and customary,
Not such as please Thee, Heaven-high.
The Vigil
© Roderic Quinn
THE rain is falling on the roof,
And no sound else disturbs the wife,
Except the trees and winds at strife,
Now near at hand and now aloof;
Fontinella To Florinda
© Jonathan Swift
When on my bosom thy bright eyes,
Florinda, dart their heavenly beams,
I feel not the least love surprise,
Yet endless tears flow down in streams;
There's nought so beautiful in thee,
But you may find the same in me.
John Brown
© William Herbert Carruth
Had he been made of such poor clay as we,
Who, when we feel a little fire aglow
Satyr VI. The Spleen
© Thomas Parnell
Give ore my wanton fancy now give ore
the clouds are gath'ring & anon they'le powr
the pleasures of my groves are fled away
the sacred silence & ye shiny day
what have you then to lull you in your play
On The Purple And White Carnation
© Caroline Norton
She spoke, and wept; and the echo again
Repeated the curse, but all in vain--
The tyrant laughed as he fluttered away,
Spreading his rainbow wings to the day,
And settling at random his feathered darts
To spoil sweet flowers, or break fond hearts.
How the Melbourne Cup was Won
© Henry Kendall
In the beams of a beautiful day,
Made soft by a breeze from the sea,
To A Lady Knitting
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little woman, hourly sitting,
Something for a soldier knitting,
