All Poems
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A Mother's Wail
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
To Mary
© William Wordsworth
Let other bards of angels sing,
Bright suns without a spot;
But thou art no such perfect thing:
Rejoice that thou art not!
Alnaschar and the Oxen
© Rudyard Kipling
There's a pasture in a valley where the hanging woods divide,
And a Herd lies down and ruminates in peace;
Remembrance
© Su Tung-po
To what can our life on earth be likened?
To a flock of geese,
alighting on the snow.
Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage.
On The Promotion Of Edward Thurlow, Esq. To The Lord High Chancellorship Of England
© William Cowper
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
Fair science poured the light of truth,
And genius shed his rays.
The Wrongs Of Africa, A Poem. Part The First
© William Roscoe
OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
The Pearl Of Them All
© William Henry Ogilvie
Gaily in front of the stockwhip
The horses come galloping home,
An Den Anakreon
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Anakreon singt, alles fuehlet:
Und alles gaehnt wenn Codrus spielet.
Anakreon, sprich, wie man spielt,
Dass niemand gaehnt, dass alles fuehlt.
A Fair Melody: To Be Sung By Good Christians
© Hans Sachs
Awake, my heart's delight, awake
Thou Christian host, and hear
Chant sur le berceau
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je veille. Ne crains rien. J'attends que tu t'endormes.
Les anges sur ton front viendront poser leurs bouches.
Je ne veux pas sur toi d'un rêve ayant des formes
Farouches ;
The Burial of William - the Conqueror
© Robert Fuller Murray
Oh, who may this dead warrior be
That to his grave they bring?
`Tis William, Duke of Normandy,
The conqueror and king.
A Pepys' "Diary"
© Henry Austin Dobson
You ask me what was his intent?
In truth, I'm not a German;
'Tis plain though that he neither meant
A Lecture nor a Sermon.
A Poor French Sailors Scottish Sweetheart
© William Johnson Cory
I CANNOT forget my Joe,
I bid him be mine in sleep;
Can't
© Edgar Albert Guest
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
Beauty Fades
© Theocritus
The rose is beauteous, but time causes it to fade;
The violet is fair in spring,
And quickly grows out of date;
The lily is white, fading when it droops;
Where Will I Find Words
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
Where will I find words to describe our stroll,
The Chablis on ice, the toasted bread
And the sweet agate of ripe cherries?
Sunset is far off, and the sea resounds with
The splash of bodies, hot and glad for cool dampness.
Le Chat (The Cat)
© Charles Baudelaire
Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Mêlés de métal et d'agate.
Internal Firesides
© Mathilde Blind
Nay, let the outer world be winter-locked;
Beside the hearth of glowing memories
I warm my life. Once more our boat is rocked,
As on a cradle by the palm-fringed Nile;
And, sharp-cut silhouettes, in single file,
Lank camels lounge against transparent skies.
Ode--'On A Distant Prospect' Of Making A Fortune
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Now the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven:-
