All Poems
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A Poem Of Faith
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I think that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark,
Fact Or Fancy?
© James Russell Lowell
In town I hear, scarce wakened yet,
My neighbor's clock behind the wall
Record the day's increasing debt,
And _Cuckoo! Cuckoo!_ faintly call.
A Garden By The Sea
© William Morris
I KNOW a little garden-close,
Set thick with lily and red rose,
Where I would wander if I might
From dewy morn to dewy night,
And have one with me wandering.
Demeter
© Madison Julius Cawein
Demeter sad! the wells of sorrow lay
Eternal gushing in thy lonely path.
Prayer
© Mikhail Lermontov
At life's most testing moment, when
the grieving heart's replete,
a prayer that is most potent then
I call up and repeat.
The Beggar
© James Russell Lowell
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity!
The Phantom Fleet
© Alfred Noyes
The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.
Flower and Song
© William Herbert Carruth
I dug a little flower
From out the forest-shade,
And set it in my garden
Where light and sunshine played.
Regret
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is a haunting phantom called Regret,
A shadowy creature robed somewhat like Woe,
But fairer in the face, whom all men know
By her sad mien and eyes forever wet.
O Navio Negreiro Part 3. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Desce do espaço imenso, ó aguia do oceano!
Desce mais… inda mais… nao pode olhar humano
Como o teu mergulhar no brigue voador!
Mas que vejo eu ai… Que quadro d'amarguras!
É canto funeral!… Que tétricas figuras!…
Que cena infame e vil… Meu Deus! Meu Deus! Que horror!
The King Of England
© Sir Henry Newbolt
In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed
Like the bird's song beneath unnatural night,
A Better Resurrection
© Sylvia Plath
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
LImpur Et Fier Epoux
© André Marie de Chénier
L'impur et fier époux que la chèvre désire
Baisse le front, se dresse et cherche le satyre.
Le satyre, averti de cette inimitié,
Affermit sur le sol la corne de son pié;
Et leurs obliques fronts, lancés tous deux ensemble,
Se choquent; l'air frémit, le bois s'agite et tremble.
From Wellington Terrace.
© Arthur Henry Adams
WHITE stars above, red stars beneath,
And o'er the bay the brooding hills:
No murmur, save a quiet breath
That faintly through the darkness thrills,
Dulnesse
© George Herbert
Why do I languish thus, drooping and dulle,
As if I were all earth?
Oh give me quicknesse, that I may with mirth
Praise thee brim-full!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Again Love left you. With appealing eyes
You watched him go, and lips apart to speak.
He left you, and once more the sun did rise
Prosopopoia : or, Mother Hubbards Tale
© Edmund Spenser
Yet he the name on him would rashly take,
Maugre the sacred Muses, and it make
A servant to the vile affection
Of such, as he depended most upon;
And with the sugrie sweete thereof allure
Chast Ladies eares to fantasies impure.
Things That Havent Been Done Before
© Edgar Albert Guest
The things that haven't been done before,
Those are the things to try;
Recent Appearance Of A Lady
© George Moses Horton
The joy of meeting one so fair,
Inspires the present stream of song;
A bonny belle,
That few excel,
And one with whom I few compare,
Though out of sight so long.
I Cannot Love Thee!
© Caroline Norton
When thy tongue (ah! woe is me!)
Whispers love-vows tenderly,
Mine is shaping, all unheard,
Fragments of some withering word,
