All Poems
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To a Lady Seen From the Train
© Frances Darwin Cornford
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
Soldierly
© Edgar Albert Guest
The glory of a soldierand a soldier's not a saint
Is the way he does his duty without grumbling or complaint;
His work's not always pleasant, but he does it rain or shine,
And he grabs a bit of glory when he's fighting in the line;
But the lesson that he teaches every day to me an' you
Is the way to do a duty that we do not like to do.
The Base Of All Metaphysics
© Walt Whitman
AND now, gentlemen,
A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
As base, and finale too, for all metaphysics.
From 'Down the River'
© Susie Frances Harrison
Gatineau Point
A HALF-BREED, slim, and sallow of face,
Alphonse lies full length on his raft,
The hardy son of a hybrid race.
Bonduca
© Beaumont and Fletcher
{Bonduca the British queen, taking occasion from a defeat of the Romans to impeach their valor, is rebuked by Caratac.}
Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune.
Earth-Visitors
© Kenneth Slessor
(To N.L.)
THERE were strange riders once, came gusting down
Cloaked in dark furs, with faces grave and sweet,
And white as air. None knew them, they were strangers
Ghazal 14
© Daagh Dehlvi
khub parda hai ke chilman se lage baithe hain
saf chupate bhi nahin samane ate bhi nahin
The Race
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
Ghasta Or, The Avenging Demon!!!
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,
In the pathless dell beneath,
Hark! night ravens loudly sing,
Tidings of despair and death.--
The Queen's Marie
© Andrew Lang
Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane,
Wi ribbons in her hair;
The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,
Than ony that were there.
The Poet
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
He sang of life, serenely sweet,
With, now and then, a deeper note.
From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.
M'Pherson's Rant
© Robert Burns
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie!
M'Pherson's time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
Herrenston
© William Barnes
Zoo then the leädy an' the squier,
At Chris'mas, gather'd girt an' small,
The Tribe of Benjamin: XV
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SONS born of many a loyal Muse to Ben,
All true-begotten, warm with wine or ale,
Epilogue To A Comedy Acted At Bath,
© Mary Barber
Then had the Audience wept her Woes anew,
And own'd the Poet was prophetic too;
Foresaw Plantagenet's imperial Race
Would such a Heroine give us, in Your Grace.
Song.
© Richard Lovelace
I.
In mine one monument I lye,
And in my self am buried;
Sure, the quick lightning of her eye
To A Lady With A Withered Violet
© Joseph Rodman Drake
THOUGH fate upon this faded flower
His withering hand has laid,
Its odour'd breath defies his power,
Its sweets are undecayed.
A Canary At The Farm
© James Whitcomb Riley
Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry
Fetched 'er home a pet canary--,
