All Poems
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Pharsalia - Book I: The Crossing Of The Rubicon
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
First of such deeds I purpose to unfold
The causes - task immense - what drove to arms
A maddened nation, and from all the world
Struck peace away.
Sister Jones's Confession
© James Whitcomb Riley
I thought the deacon liked me, yit
I warn't adzackly shore of it--
Prelude
© Steen Steensen Blicher
The time approaches for me to part!
Now winters voice is compelling;
A bird of passage, I know my heart
In other climes has its dwelling.
At The Ships Rail
© Harriet Monroe
The blue sea bends to the ship
Like a dancer with skirts of lace
Wide diaphanous laces that curl and dip
In the ardent wind's embrace.
Olney Hymn 61: The Narrow Way
© William Cowper
What thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known!
None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own.
To Formianus Young Lady Friend
© Ezra Pound
After Valerius Catullus
All Hail! young lady with a nose
Sonnet XC: Retro Me, Sathana!
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled,
Stooping against the wind, a charioteer
Sonnet VI
© Robert Louis Stevenson
As in the hostel by the bridge I sate,
Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete,
Ode To Heaven
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The [living frame which sustains my soul]
Is [sinking beneath the fierce control]
Down through the lampless deep of song
I am drawn and driven along
Once Below A Time
© Dylan Thomas
My silly suit, hardly yet suffered for,
Around some coffin carrying
Birdman or told ghost I hung.
And the owl hood, the heel hider,
Claw fold and hole for the rotten
Head, deceived, I believed, my maker,
On An Anniversary
© John Millington Synge
[After reading the dates in a book of Lyrics.]
With Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen
Autumn Eve
© Arthur Maquarie
The yellow poplar leaves have strown
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter's winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest,
So deep thy rest.
Can you Remember?
© Edmund Blunden
Yes, I still remember
The whole thing in a way;
Edge and exactitude
Depend on the day.
On General Lawrence
© Hannah More
Born to command to conquer, and to spare,
As mercy mild, yet terrible as war,
Beauty And Terror
© Lesbia Harford
Beauty does not walk through lovely days.
Beauty walks with horror in her hair.
Down long centuries of pleasant ways
Men have found the terrible most fair.
Australia's Vision
© Roderic Quinn
ALL still! and, high above, the sun
In cloudless, golden reign
A mirage in the quivering west
A horseman on the plain!
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Me, too, she doubtless read. For, with her hand
Raised as for help and pointing to a chair,
She bade me, with a gesture, part command
And part entreaty, I would set her there.
