All Poems
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Lethe
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A DUMB, dark region through whose desolate heart
Creeps a dull river with a stagnant flood;
Its skies are sombre-hued, and dreary clouds,
No wind hath ever stirred, hang low and dim
For The Friends At Hurstmont
© Henry Van Dyke
THE DOOR
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride:
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside:
The fastening strong enough from robbers to defend:
This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
Christmas
© Sir Walter Scott
The glowing censers, and their rich perfume;
The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir;
A great Yogi
© Mirabai
In my travels I spent time with a great yogi.
Once he said to me.
Become so still you hear the blood flowing
The Cigar
© Thomas Hood
Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
To A Couple Of Students Who Were Teasing Her
© Ho Xuan Huong
Where are you going, my dear little greenhorns?
Here, I'll teach you how to turn a verse or two
Young drones sucking at withered flowers,
Little goats brushing horns against a fence.
Splash, Dash!
© Louisa May Alcott
"Splash, dash!
Rumble and crash!
Here come the beavers gay;
See what they do,
Rosy, for you,
Because you helped me one day."
The Covered Bridge
© Madison Julius Cawein
There, from its entrance, lost in matted vines,--
Where in the valley foams a water-fall,---
The Riddle Of The Sphinx
© Leon Gellert
Thou gazing face above the shifting sands!
Oh, turn thy tearless eyes and answer me!
Will honour come to thee and to thy land.
That this should be?
The Shepherds Calendar - April
© John Clare
The infant april joins the spring
And views its watery skye
As youngling linnet trys its wing
And fears at first to flye
Richborough Castle
© Edith Nesbit
THESE three grey walls are still stout and strong,
Though the fourth wide wall has crumbled away
Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Where man's profane and tainting hand
Natures primaeval loveliness has marred,
And some few souls of the high bliss debarred
Which else obey her powerful command;
...mountain piles
That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales.
Dan Paine
© James Whitcomb Riley
Old friend of mine, whose chiming name
Has been the burthen of a rhyme
Life's Canvas
© Edgar Albert Guest
Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears,
These are forever the paints of the years,
Poem - III
© Henry Treece
Through the dark aisles of the wood
Where the pine-needles deaden all sound
And the dove flutters in the black boughs
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Soon as the story reached its end,
One, over eager to commend,
Crowned it with injudicious praise;
And then the voice of blame found vent,
And fanned the embers of dissent
Into a somewhat lively blaze.
Western Wagons
© Stephen Vincent Benet
They went with axe and rifle, when the trail was still to blaze,
They went with wife and children, in the prairie-schooner days,
With banjo and with frying panSusanna, don't you cry!
For I'm off to California to get rich out there or die!
