All Poems
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Sunny Days In Winter
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Summer is a glorious season
Warm, and bright, and pleasant;
Doctrine
© Heinrich Heine
Beat on the drum and blow the fife,
And kiss the vivandiere, my boy.
Fear nothingthat's the whole of life;
Its deepest truth, its soundest joy.
A Mosca Azul
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Era uma mosca azul, asas de ouro e granada,
Filha da China ou do Indostão.
Que entre as folhas brotou de uma rosa encarnada.
Em certa noite de verão.
Hard Weather
© George Meredith
Bursts from a rending East in flaws
The young green leaflet's harrier, sworn
Golf Pride
© Edgar Albert Guest
As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money,
I shall always be a member of the dubs;
The Complaint unto Pity
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Pite, that I have sought so yore agoo
With herte soore and ful of besy peyne,
Epitaph (On a Commonplace Person Who Died in Bed)
© Amy Levy
This is the end of him, here he lies:
The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,
The Dog Star Pup
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
On the silver edge of a vacant star near the trembling Pleiades,
A Hobo, lately arrived from earth sat rubbing his rusty chin,
All unaware, as he waited there with his elbows on his knees,
That an angel stood at the Golden Gate, impatient to let him in.
Warning And Reply
© Emily Jane Brontë
In the earth-the earth-thou shalt be laid,
A grey stone standing over thee;
Black mould beneath thee spread,
And black mould to cover thee.
To Caroline
© George Gordon Byron
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay;
And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words can say?
Sonnet LXXXII: Hoarded Joy
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I said: Nay, pluck not,let the first fruit be:
Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,
The Trial Of A Man
© Sylvia Plath
The ordinary milkman brought that dawn
Of destiny, delivered to the door
In square hermetic bottles, while the sun
Ruled decree of doomsday on the floor.
Buscando a Cristo
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Avós correndo vou, braços sagrados,
Nessa cruz sacrossanta descobertos,
Que, para receber-me, estais abertos,
E, por não castigar-me, estais cravados.
Birds Of Passage (From The Swedish)
© George Borrow
So hot shines the sun upon Niles yellow stream,
That the palm-trees can save us no more from his beam;
Now comes the desire for home, in full force,
And Northward our phalanx bends swiftly its course.
Worship
© Jones Very
There is no worship now,the idol stands
Within the spirit's holy resting place!
