All Poems
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Artemis In Sierra
© Francis Bret Harte
Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle
Just where you stand; then doff your hat and swear
Never yet was scene you might cover with your rifle
Half as complete or as marvelously fair.
Remembrance Of Sunset
© John Kenyon
Where silent elms are clustering round
That grey church-tower, which peers above,
The Hamadryad.
© Robert Crawford
Last night I was like one who prayed
Beneath a mystic tree
Whose windless leaves a murmur made,
As if it there might be
Celebrating The Goodness Of The Descendants Of King Wan
© Confucius
As the feet of the _lin_, which avoid each living thing,
So our prince's noble sons no harm to men will bring.
They are the _lin!_
Scotch Song
© Charles Kingsley
Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride
To meet her winsome groom,
When she was aware of twa bonny birds
Sat biggin' in the broom.
But Listen, I Am Warning You
© Anna Akhmatova
But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town
© William Ernest Henley
In Baltimore a-walking a lady I did meet
With her babe on her arm as she came down the street;
And I thought how I sailed, and the cradle standing ready
For the pretty little babe that has never seen its daddie.
And it's home, dearie, home,-
Eternal
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Im in the days embracing limits,
Where even skies are ever gray,
Look through the ages, live in minutes,
And wait for Holy Saturday;
The God-Forgotten Election
© Henry Lawson
PAT MDURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten :
There are lively days before yecommin Parlymints dissolved!
An Epigram On The Battle Of The Books.
© Mary Barber
Swift for the Antients has argu'd so well,
'Tis apparent from thence, that the Moderns excel.
The Three Kings
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN the star in the East was lit to shine
The three kings journeyed to Palestine;
Tears Fall In My Heart
© Paul Verlaine
Tears fall in my heart
Rain falls on the town;
what is this numb hurt
that enters my heart?
Life's Offices.
© Robert Crawford
Most of life's offices may overlap,
And form a covert for the growth of thought;
But there are some no thought and no device
May ever join; or if perchance they do,
Winter
© Madison Julius Cawein
The flute, whence Autumn's misty finger-tips
Drew music--ripening the pinched kernels in
Sonnett IV
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HAST thou beheld a landscape dull and bare,
On which, at times, a flying gleam was shed
From some shy sunbeam shifting overhead,
That made the scene for one brief moment fair?
When a Merry Maiden Marries
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When a merry maiden marries,
Sorrow goes and pleasure tarries;
