All Poems
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Rogation Days
© Kenneth Rexroth
Under the orchards, under
The tree strung vines, little blue
Figures are making hay, high
On the steep hillsides above
Slender's Ghost
© William Shenstone
Beneath a churchyard yew,
Decay'd and worn with age,
At dusk of eve methought I spied
Poor Slender's Ghost, that whimpering cried,
"O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!"
The Bulletin Hotel
© Henry Lawson
Tis a big soft-hearted spider in a land where life is grim,
And a web of great good-nature that brings worn-out flies to him:
Tis the club of many lost souls in the wide Westralian hell,
And the stage of many Mitchells is the Bulletin Hotel.
Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga
© Herman Melville
Happy are they and charmed in life
Who through long wars arrive unscarred
Afrodites Dampe
© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen
O Venus, holdes, schönes Weib,
Ihr seid eine Teufelinne
The Dying Year
© Eugene Field
The year has been a tedious one--
A weary round of toil and sorrow,
And, since it now at last is gone,
We say farewell and hail the morrow.
Mist And Frost
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Veil-like and beautiful
Gathered the dutiful
Mist in the night,
True to the messaging,
Dreamful and presaging
Vapour and light.
Lament Of A Mocking-Bird
© Frances Anne Kemble
Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird,
Which through the darkness of my winter days
Warbling of summer sunshine still was heard;
Mute is thy song, and vacant is thy place.
Minnie's Departure
© Julia A Moore
Dearest Minnie, she has left us,
In this world of grief and woe,
But 'tis God that has bereft us,
He called her little soul to go.
For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Balls Statue Of Washington
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
1630
ALL overgrown with bush and fern,
Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.
© Richard Lovelace
Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto,
Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis;
Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non dolet, inquit:
Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet.
Dream Boogie
© Langston Hughes
Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
King Volmer and Elsie
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Where, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,
In its little Christian city stands the church of Vordingborg,
In merry mood King Volmer sat, forgetful of his power,
As idle as the Goose of Gold that brooded on his tower.
Li'l' Gal
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.
Li'l' gal,
To The Rev. Mr. Newton, Rector Of St. Mary Woolnoth
© William Cowper
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fashion all over the land,
And I am so much fallen into disgrace.
