All Poems
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Chapter Heading
© Ernest Hemingway
For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
When I Shall Rise
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
But let them come, those dear and lovely ghosts,
In all their human guise and lustihood,
To stand upon that shore and call me home,
Waving their joyful hands as once they stoodAs once they stood!
The Alchemist
© Benjamin Jonson
The sickness hot, a master quit, for fear,
His house in town, and left one servant there;
Ease him corrupted, and gave means to know
Bushland
© Arthur Patchett Martin
Not sweeter to the storm-tossed mariner
Is glimpse of home, where wife and children wait
A Te Deum
© Alfred Austin
Now let me praise the Lord,
The Lord, the Maker of all!
I will praise Him on timbrel and chord;
Will praise Him, whatever befall.
Goatsucker
© Sylvia Plath
So fables say the Goatsucker moves, masked from men's sight
In an ebony air, on wings of witch cloth,
Well-named, ill-famed a knavish fly-by-night,
Yet it never milked any goat, nor dealt cow death
And shadows only-cave-mouth bristle beset-
Cockchafers and the wan, green luna moth.
Mogg Megone - Part II.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"O, tell me, father, can the dead
Walk on the earth, and look on us,
And lay upon the living's head
Their blessing or their curse?
For, O, last night she stood by me,
As I lay beneath the woodland tree!"
Done For
© Rose Terry Cooke
A WEEK ago to-day, when red-haired Sally
DOWN to the sugar-camp came to see me,
The Great Minimum
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.
Limericks
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THERE is a big artist named Val,
The roughs' and the prizefighters' pal:
The mind of a groom
And the head of a broom
Were Nature's endowments to Val.
The Blackbird
© William Ernest Henley
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
Baby's Age
© Henry Timrod
She came with April blooms and showers;
We count her little life by flowers.
Sonnet XCI: Lost On Both Sides
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As when two men have loved a woman well,
Each hating each, through Love's and Death's deceit;
Chaucer's Prophecy
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Sweet Jesus, heaven's King,
Fair and best of all thing,
You bring us out of this mourning,
To come to thee at our ending!
A Satire Against The Citizens Of London
© Henry Howard
London, hast thou accused me
Of breach of laws, the root of strife?
Girl of Fifteen
© James Weldon Johnson
Girl of fifteen,
I see you each morning from my window
As you pass on your way to school.
I do more than see, I watch you.
Hark The Thundring Drums Inviting
© Thomas Parnell
Hark the thundring Drums inviting
All our forward youth to arms
Canticle To Apollo
© Robert Herrick
Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
And we will sit all mute;
By listening to thy lyre,
That sets all ears on fire.
When Mother Sleeps
© Edgar Albert Guest
When mother sleeps, a slamming door
Disturbs her not at all;
The Watcher
© Rudyard Kipling
Put forth to watch, unschooled, alone,
'Twixt hostile earth and sky;
The mottled lizard 'neath the stone
Is wiser here than I.
