All Poems
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A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar
© William Taylor Collins
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing spring.
Dead Friend Of My Youth
© Franz Werfel
Now when you come all that way to meet me
From the country house of your death,
I know that you would remove your hat
To greet someone already old to you.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVI
Guascher and Raiphe in valor like there was.
Surprise
© Ted Hughes
Looking at cows in their high-roofy roomy
Windy home, mid-afternoon idling,
Late winter, near spring, the fields not greening,
The wind North-East and sickening, the hay
Homage To Sextus Propertius - XI
© Ezra Pound
1
The harsh acts of your levity!
Many and many.
I am hung here, a scare-crow for lovers.
Waltz
© Pablo Neruda
I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
sleeping at a distance.
A Christmas Prayer
© George MacDonald
Loving looks the large-eyed cow,
Loving stares the long-eared ass
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"I see," quoth he, "some expectation vain,
The Clouds That Promise A Glorious Morrow
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The clouds that promise a glorious morrow
Are fading slowly, one by one;
The Other One
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I wait for, full of thoughts provoking,
But not a gay and pretty wife,
Not the sincere and gentle talking
About the old time and life.
John Pegram
© William Gordon McCabe
What shall we say now of our knight,
Or how express the measure of our woe
For him who rode the foremost in the fight,
Whose good blade flashed so far amid the foe?
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third
© William Lisle Bowles
My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought
That the dark tide of time might one day close,
Those Born In Obscure Times
© Alexander Blok
Those born in obscure times
Do not remember their way.
We, children of Russia's frightful years
Cannot forget a thing.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09
© Conrad Aiken
This girl gave her heart to me,
And this, and this.
The Ballad of the Rousabout
© Henry Lawson
Some take the track for faith in mensome take the track for doubt
Some flee a squalid home to work their own salvation out.
Some dared not see a mothers tears nor meet a fathers face
Born of good Christian families some leap, head-long, from Grace.
Marching To Germany
© Jessie Pope
SWING along together, lads ; we'll have a little song,
Kits won't be so heavy and the way won't be so long.
We're goin' to cook " the Sossiges," to cook 'em hot and strong
While we go marching to Germany.
The Sermon Of St. Francis. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Up soared the lark into the air,
A shaft of song, a wingéd prayer,
As if a soul released from pain
Were flying back to heaven again.
War
© John Le Gay Brereton
Silence the crackle and thunder of battling guns,
And drive your men to strategy of peace;
Crush ere its birth the hell-begotten crime;
Still theres a war that no true warrior shuns,
That knows no mercy, looks for no surcease,
But ghastlier battles, victories more sublime.
In Tuolumne Meadows
© Harriet Monroe
I Love to sit in the sun
And watch the foaming Lyell
Leap over its granite bed.
I love these days that run
On a burnished golden dial
With the blue sky overhead.
