All Poems
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Yorktown
© John Greenleaf Whittier
YORKTOWN.
FROM Yorktown's ruins, ranked and still,
Two lines stretch far o'er vale and hill:
Who curbs his steed at head of one?
Alla Sera
© Ugo Foscolo
Forse perchè della fatal quïete
Tu sei l'immago a me sí cara vieni
O Sera! E quando ti corteggian liete
Le nubi estive e i zeffiri sereni,
Birds Of Passage
© Peter McArthur
WHEN the maples flame with crimson
And the nights are still with frost,
In Memory of Edward Butler
© Henry Kendall
A voice of grave, deep emphasis
Is in the woods to-night;
Strophes
© Kostas Karyotakis
1.
For twenty years I gambled
with books instead of cards;
for twenty years I gambled
Satyr VII. The Isle Of Wight
© Thomas Parnell
In noble deeds our valiant fathers shone
We'le shine in all their glory's & our own
So Or---d does & O---d Leads us on
The Builders
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Staggering slowly, and swaying
Heavily at each slow foot's lift and drag,
With tense eyes careless of the roar and throng
That under jut and jag
The Nightingale In The Study
© James Russell Lowell
'Come forth!' my catbird calls to me,
'And hear me sing a cavatina
That, in this old familiar tree,
Shall hang a garden of Alcina.
To the same Lady upon Mr. Burtons Melancholy
© Henry King
If in this Glass of Humours you do find
The Passions or diseases of your mind,
Here without pain, you safely may endure,
Though not to suffer, yet to read your cure.
Mary Rivers
© Henry Kendall
Path beside the silver waters, flashing in Octobers sun
Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run
At The Banquet To The Chinese Embassy
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BROTHERS, whom we may not reach
Through the veil of alien speech,
Welcome! welcome! eyes can tell
What the lips in vain would spell,--
Words that hearts can understand,
Brothers from the Flowery Land!
An Idyll
© Padraic Colum
You stay for a while beside me with your beauty young and rare,
Though your light limbs are as limber as the foal's that follows the mare;
Brow fair and young and tender where thought has scarce begun,
Hair bright as the breast of the eagle when he strains up to the sun!
The Art Of War. Book V.
© Henry James Pye
Pallas, whose hand can through each devious road
Conduct your steps to Victory's bright abode,
Teach you success in every hour to find,
And for each season form the Hero's mind,
Shall now in verse the prudent art disclose,
To guard your peaceful quarter's calm repose.
"Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart"
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart
I thought that life was radiant because of you
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your love-affliction
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of spring
What else is there in the world but for the beauty of your eyes
If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to me
The Enchanted Island. By Danby
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
AND there the island lay, the waves around
Had never known a storm; for the north wind
There's not a trace of cloud
© Saigyo
There's not a trace of cloud
Now-and she
Is in my thoughts;
The moon and my heart
Seem to waver.
