All Poems
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Sonnet XVI. To Earl Stanhope
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name
I mock thy worth -- Friend of the human race
Since scorning Faction's low and partial aim,
Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,
The Lady's Dream
© Thomas Hood
The lady lay in her bed,
Her couch so warm and soft,
But her sleep was restless and broken still;
For turning often and oft
From side to side, she mutter'd and moan'd,
And toss'd her arms aloft.
Naked Lonely Hand (Nagna Nirjan Hat)
© Jibanananda Das
Darkness once again thickens throughout the sky:
This darkness, like light's mysterious sister.
She who has loved me always,
Whose face I have yet to see,
Like that woman
Is this darkness, deepening, closing in upon a February sky.
A Summer Noon
© James Thomson
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun
Darts on the head direct his forceful rays.
The Wistful Lady
© Thomas Hardy
'Love, while you were away there came to me -
From whence I cannot tell -
A plaintive lady pale and passionless,
Who bent her eyes upon me critically,
And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness,
As if she knew me well.'
Under The Blue Skies...
© Alexander Pushkin
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade;
A Song Of Failure.
© Arthur Henry Adams
HERE is my hand to you, brother,
You of the ruck who have failed
I, too, am only another
Fighter who faltered and quailed.
The Belated Swallow
© Mary Hannay Foott
Belated swallow, whither flying?
The day is dead, the light is dying,
Dost Thou Remember Ever
© Mathilde Blind
Dost thou remember ever, for my sake,
When we two rowed upon the rock-bound lake?
How the wind-fretted waters blew their spray
About our brows like blossom-falls of May
One memorable day?
The Son In Old Age
© Victor Marie Hugo
Thy noble face, Regina, calls to mind
My poor lost little one, my latest born.
Sonnet X: O Then I Love
© Samuel Daniel
O then I love and draw this weary breath,
For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow
The Evening Light
© Alfred Austin
All that the glow of dawn foretold,
And all the glare of noon unrolled,
Seem nothing to the quiet joy
No clamour mars, no cares destroy,
'Twixt restless day and restful night,
That cometh with the Evening Light.
The Holy Island
© William Henry Drummond
Dey call it de Holy Islan'
W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,
Sappho
© Charles Kingsley
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.
Ode
© William Wordsworth
I
IMAGINATION--ne'er before content,
But aye ascending, restless in her pride
From all that martial feats could yield
The Tewkesbury Road
© John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
The Ancestors
© Allen Tate
When the night's coming and the last light falls
A weak child among lost shadows on the floor,
The Change
© Henry King
Il sabio mude conseio: Il loco persevera.
We lov'd as friends now twenty years and more:
Is't time or reason think you to give o're?
When though two prentiships set Jacob free,
In Exitum Cuiusdam
© Ezra Pound
On a certain one's departure
Time's bitter flood'! Oh, that's all very well,
