All Poems
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Thus, Woman, Principle Of Life, Speaker Of The Ideal
© Paul Eluard
Between the sands of night and the waves of day
Between earth and water
No ripple to erase
No road possible
Golgotha
© John Todhunter
1.
On his cross still hangs the Saviour,
Bears our sins in dreadful sum,
Eighteen centuries and three quarters,
Yet his kingdom is not come.
Little Master Mischievous
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little Master Mischievous, that's the name for you;
There's no better title that describes the things you do:
Into something all the while where you shouldn't be,
Prying into matters that are not for you to see;
Little Master Mischievous, order's overthrown
If your mother leaves you for a minute all alone.
The Flag
© Arthur Symons
I lay a tattered flag before your feet
In sign of conquest. Conquerors ate proud
Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog
© George Gordon Byron
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The Road
© Boris Pasternak
Down into the ravine, then forward
Up the embankment to the top,
The ribbon of the road runs snaking
Through wood and field without a stop.
All Things Drink
© Anacreon
Fruitful earth drinks up the rain;
Trees from earth drink that again;
The sea drinks the air, the sun
Drinks the sea, and him the moon.
Is it reason then, d'ye think,
I should thirst when all else drink?
Davids Lament For Jonathan
© Mary Hannay Foott
All night thy body on the mountain lay:
At morn the heathen nailed thee to their wall.
Surely their deaf gods hear the songs to-day
Oer the slain House of Saul!
The Beggar
© Mikhail Lermontov
By gates of an abode, blessed,
A man stood, asking for donation,
A beggar, cruelly oppressed
By hunger, thirst and deprivation.
"Hic Vir, Hic Est"
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Often, when o'er tree and turret,
Eve a dying radiance flings,
By that ancient pile I linger
Known familiarly as "King's."
Saint Romualdo
© Emma Lazarus
I give God thanks that I, a lean old man,
Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains
Bound For California
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
With buoyant heart he left his home for that bright wondrous land
Where gold ore gleams in countless mines, and gold dust strews the sand;
And youths dear ties were riven all, for as wild, as vain, a dream
As the meteor false that leads astray the traveller with its gleam.
Will You Forget?
© Madison Julius Cawein
In years to come, will you forget,
Dear girl, how often we have met?
Sicilian Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
I planted in my heart one seed of love,
Water'd with tears and watch'd with sleepless care.
From Anacreon: 'Twas Now The Hour When Night Had Driven
© George Gordon Byron
'Twas now the hour when Night had driven
Her car half round yon sable heaven;
The Rainbird
© Bliss William Carman
I HEAR a rainbird singing
Far off. How fine and clear
His plaintive voice comes ringing
With rapture to the ear!
