All Poems
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Work-Girls' Holiday
© Lesbia Harford
A lady has a thousand ways
Of doing nothing all her days,
And so she thinks that they're well spent,
She can be idle and content.
Ballad of Reading Gaol - I
© Oscar Wilde
He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
The Way of Wooing
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A maiden sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
At Aunty's House
© James Whitcomb Riley
One time, when we'z at Aunty's house--
'Way in the country!--where
Love Increased By Suffering
© William Cowper
"I love the Lord," is still the strain
This heart delights to sing:
But I reply--your thoughts are vain,
Perhaps 'tis no such thing.
Love Inthron'd. Ode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Introth, I do my self perswade,
That the wilde boy is grown a man,
And all his childishnesse off laid,
The Perpetual Wooing
© Eugene Field
The dull world clamors at my feet
And asks my hand and helping sweet;
Robert Parkes
© Henry Kendall
High travelling winds by royal hill
Their awful anthem sing,
And songs exalted flow and fill
The caverns of the spring.
Leavetaking
© Ibn Jakh
On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.
San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother
© Alice Meynell
I had not seen my son's dear face
(He chose the cloister by God's grace)
Since it had come to full flower-time.
I hardly guessed at its perfect prime,
That folded flower of his dear face.
Along This Coast I Led The Vacant Hours
© Walter Savage Landor
Along this coast I led the vacant Hours
To the lone sunshine on the uneven strand,
We Are All Captured Beasts
© Fyodor Sologub
We are all captured beasts,
And we howl - as we might.
We can't open the doors,
For the doors are locked tight.
Three Songs Of The Enigma
© Robert Nichols
The hopeless rain, a sigh, a shadow
Falters and drifts again, again over the meadow,
It wanders lost, drifts hither . . . thither,
It blows, it goes, it knows not whither.
Der Bescheidene Wunsch
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Pfennig, den man andachtsvoll
Dem Priester beichtend geben soll,
To Greville Matheson MacDonald
© George MacDonald
First, most, to thee, my son, I give this book
In which a friend's and brother's verses blend
Songs Set To Music: 14. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Once I was unconfined and free,
Would I had been so still!
Enjoying sweetest liberty,
And roving at my will.
Nova
© Catherine Pozzi
Évite l'avenir, Image poursuivie !
Je suis morte de vous, ô mes actes chéris
Ne sois pas défais toi dissipe toi délie
Dénonce le désir que je n'ai pas choisi.
