All Poems
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Ballatetta
© Ezra Pound
The light became her grace and dwelt among
Blind eyes and shadows that are formed as men;
Lo, how the light doth melt us into song:
Thou Art Not False, But Thou Art Fickle
© George Gordon Byron
Thou art not false, but thou art fickle,
To those thyself so fondly sought;
The tears that thou hast forced to trickle
Are doubly bitter from that thought:
'Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest
Too well thou lov'st - too soon thou leavest.
Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, Octob
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT with the anguish of hearts that are breaking
Come we as mourners to weep for our dead;
Grief in our breasts has grown weary of aching,
Green is the turf where our tears we have shed.
A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King
© Robert Herrick
AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;
And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.
To The River Yvette. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O lovely river of Yvette!
O darling river! like a bride,
Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette,
Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide.
Outward Bound
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I leave behind me the elm-shadowed square
And carven portals of the silent street,
The Old Books
© Vernon Scannell
They were beautiful, the old books, beautiful I tell you.
You've no idea, you young ones with all those machines;
Eclogue the First Selim
© William Taylor Collins
`O haste, fair maids, ye Virtues, come away,
Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way!
The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore,
By Ind excelled or Araby no more.
Love Songs
© Harriet Monroe
I
I LOVE my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
I love my life, but not too well.
Vow To Venus
© Robert Herrick
Happily I had a sight
Of my dearest dear last night;
Make her this day smile on me,
And I'll roses give to thee!
The Song Of Hiawatha XV: Hiawatha's Lamentation
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days the Evil Spirits,
All the Manitos of mischief,
The Call of the Bush
© Dora Wilcox
Three roads there are that climb and wind
Amongst the hills, and leave behind
The patterned orchards, sloping down
To meet a little country town.
To A Sparrow
© Francis Ledwidge
Because you have no fear to mingle
Wings with those of greater part,
So like me, with song I single
Your sweet impudence of heart.
Thomas Norton To The Reder
© Thomas Norton
Wee may wyte, if wee wyll, by holy writ
The lore of the lorde, that ledeth to lyfe:
To Meet, Or Otherwise
© Thomas Hardy
Whether to sally and see thee, girl of my dreams,
Or whether to stay
Hope
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Parody on Lord Strangford's "Just like Love."
JUST like Hope is yonder bow,
"Although no stupid scoffer, I"
© Alfred Austin
Although no stupid scoffer, I
Am wholly at a loss
To apprehend the reason why
You kiss Lorenzo's Cross.
Numbers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trefoil and Quatrefoil!
What shaped those destinied small silent leaves
The Sirens
© James Russell Lowell
The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary,
The sea is restless and uneasy;
Hope Triumphant in Death
© Thomas Campbell
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn -
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
