All Poems
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The Burial in the Snow
© Julia A Moore
The people of that party
Lay scattered all around,
Some were frightened, others laughed,
To think it happened so,
That the end of their sleigh ride
Was a burial in the snow.
The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
© Thomas Moore
"THEY made her a grave too cold and damp
For a soul so warm and true;
And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,
Where all night long, by a firefly lamp,
She paddles her white canoe.
Emily Hardcastle, Spinster
© John Crowe Ransom
We shall come tomorrow morning, who were not to have her love,
We shall bring no face of envy but a gift of praise and lilies
To the stately ceremonial we are not the heroes of.
Widow
© Sylvia Plath
Widow. The word consumes itself --
Body, a sheet of newsprint on the fire
Levitating a numb minute in the updraft
Over the scalding, red topography
That will put her heart out like an only eye.
The Old Mans Dream After He Died
© Robinson Jeffers
from CAWDOR
Gently with delicate mindless fingers
Cromwell
© Albert Durrant Watson
This too remember well
I learned it late: None but a tyrant makes
That good prevail that is not in men's hearts,
And tyranny is questionable good.
Therefore must all men learn by liberty,
And with what pain their doings on them bring.
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire
© George Gordon Byron
These are the themes that claim our plaudits now;
These are the bards to whom the muse must bow;
While Milton, Dryden, Pope, alike forgot,
Resign their hallow'd bays to Walter Scott.
The Rail Road
© Jones Very
Thou great proclaimer to the outward eye
Of what the spirit too would seek to tell,
Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands
© Pablo Neruda
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
In June
© Madison Julius Cawein
Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar
Of sunset gleams; against which one tall fir
Bubblin' Up
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I used to be a prancer
a one-eyed song and dancer
But eyes for true romance
I didn't even try
Ghosts In England
© Robinson Jeffers
At East Lulworth the dead were friendly and pitiful, I saw them
peek from their ancient earthworks on the coast hills
When Erin Awakes
© William Percy French
And as of old, our headlands bold
Still front the raging sea,
So may our band united stand,
As fearless and as free.
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile
© William Shakespeare
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old customs make this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court!
The Book of Phillip Sparrow
© John Skelton
It was so prety a fole,
It wold syt on a stole,
And lerned after my scole
For to kepe his cut,
With, "Phyllyp, kepe your cut!"
Selflove And Truth Incompatible
© William Cowper
From thorny wilds a monster came,
That filled my soul with fear and shame;
The Pauper's Christmas Carol
© Thomas Hood
Full of drink and full of meat,
On our SAVIOUR'S natal day,
CHARITY'S perennial treat;
Thus I heard a Pauper say:
Sonnet to Twilight
© Helen Maria Williams
Meek Twilight! soften the declining day,
And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves;
