All Poems
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Spring
© Andrew Lang
Ye gardens, cast your leafy crown,
That my Love's feet may tread it down,
Like lilies on the lilies set:
My Love, whose lips are softer far
Than drowsy poppy petals are,
And sweeter than the violet!
To My Brother
© Hristo Botev
It's difficult to live, my brother,
among such thick-skulled blunderheads;
the fires of my youth are smothered,
my heart is torn to bitter shreds.
Reflections
© Jean Ingelow
What change has made the pastures sweet
And reached the daisies at my feet,
And cloud that wears a golden hem?
This lovely world, the hills, the sward—
They all look fresh, as if our Lord
But yesterday had finished them.
Don't Forget!
© William Schwenck Gilbert
O, my darling, O, my pet,
Whatever else you may forget,
In yonder isle beyond the sea,
O, don't forget you've married me!
ER LOGOTENENTE (The Lieutenant)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Come intese a ciarlà der cavalletto,
Presto io curze dar zor Logotenente:
"Mi' marito… Eccellenza… è un poveretto
Pe carità… Ché nun ha ffatto gnente".
Under The October Maples
© James Russell Lowell
What mean these banners spread,
These paths with royal red
My Mother's Kiss
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
Regret Not Me
© Thomas Hardy
Regret not me;
Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring slumbering peacefully.
To Novella
© Mary Barber
An Epigram
You cry, She's bred in the Old Way;
Then into Laughter fall:
Were she as just to you, she'd say,
You are not bred at all.
A Symbol
© Mathilde Blind
Nay-but consider, though we change and die,
If men must pass shall Man not still remain?
As the unnumbered drops of summer rain
Whose changing particles unchanged on high,
Fixed, in perpetual motion, yet maintain
The mystic bow emblazoned on the sky.
"Lines. . ."
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
In the fair garden of celestial Peace
Walketh a Gardener in meekness clad;
Fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks,
And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.
The Acorn
© Jones Very
The seed has started,who can stay it? see,
The leaves are sprouting high above the ground;
Why This Volume Is So Thin
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
In youth I dreamed, as other youths have dreamt,
Of love, and thrummed an amateur guitar
The Wife Of Some Great Officer Bewails His Absence
© Confucius
Shrill chirp the insects in the grass;
All about the hoppers spring.
Bessie's Song To Her Doll
© Lewis Carroll
Matilda Jane, you never look
At any toy or picture-book.
I show you pretty things in vain
You must be blind, Matilda Jane!
Hymn To Horus
© Mathilde Blind
Hail, God revived in glory!
The night is over and done;
Far mountains wrinkled and hoary,
Fair cities great in story,
Flash in the rising sun.
Friendship
© William Cowper
What virtue, or what mental grace
But men unqualified and base
Will boast it their possession?
Profusion apes the noble part
Of liberality of heart,
And dulness of discretion.
The Hanging Of The Crane
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The lights are out, and gone are all the guests
That thronging came with merriment and jests
To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane
In the new house,--into the night are gone;
But still the fire upon the hearth burns on,
And I alone remain.
In Excelsis
© Amy Lowell
You - you -
Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver;
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies;
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.
