All Poems
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Indifference
© Madison Julius Cawein
She is so dear the wildflowers near
Each path she passes by,
Are over fain to kiss again
Her feet and then to die.
The End is Near the Beginning
© David Gascoyne
Several men are standing on the pier
Unloading the sea
The device on the trolley says MOTHER'S MEAT
Which means Until the end.
Poem from a Picture
© Margaret Widdemer
(Children at play on a French Battlefield)
"When I was a child,"
Punishment
© George MacDonald
Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,
Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;
Say, "God is angry, and I earned it well-
I would not have him smile on wickedness:"
To Me
© William Barnes
At night, as drough the meäd I took my waÿ,
In aïr a-sweeten'd by the new-meäde haÿ,
A stream a-vallèn down a rock did sound,
Though out o' zight wer foam an' stwone to me.
The Night March
© Herman Melville
With banners furled and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute
The dark with bright.
His Lady Of The Sonnets V
© Robert Norwood
Mute and amazed, I at the broken wall
Lean fearful, lest the sudden, dreadful dawn
For me Diana's awful doom let fall;
And I be cursed with curious Actæon,
Save that you find in me this strong defence
My adoration of your innocence.
At Quebec
© Jean Blewett
Quebec, the grey old city on the hill,
Lies with a golden glory on her head,
Envoy
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Young Knight, the lists are set to-day!
Hereafter shall be time to pray
Truth.
© Robert Crawford
We sometimes hap on truth in a strange attire,
As even the gods were wont for their designs
To take on bestial forms; subduing so
Their natures, even their divinity,
To the achievement of a mortal thing.
Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog
© William Wordsworth
LIE here, without a record of thy worth,
Beneath a covering of the common earth!
It is not from unwillingness to praise,
Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise;
The Speculators
© William Makepeace Thackeray
The night was stormy and dark,
The town was shut up in sleep:
Only those were abroad who were out on a lark,
Or those who'd no beds to keep.
Additions: The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's
© Thomas Hardy
She cried, "O pray pity me!" Nought would he hear;
Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed,
She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her.
The pa'son was told, as the season drew near
To throw over pu'pit the names of the peäir
As fitting one flesh to be made.
Gazing Upon Him Now, Severe And Dead
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
She was as one that enters, sly, and proud,
To where her husband speaks before a crowd,
And sees a man she never saw before -
The man who eats his victuals at her side,
Small, and absurd, and hers: for once, not hers, unclassified.
Air--"Three Fishers Went Sailing."
© Horace Smith
Three juniors sat up in Crown Office Row,
In Crown Office Row e'er the courts had sat,
They saw the solicitors passing below,
And the briefs that were rolled up so tidy and fat,
For serjeants get work, etc.
Abendlandschaft am Genfersee
© Friederike Brun
Spiegelnd ruht
Hier die Flut.
Kreisend seh ich Fischlein blinken;
Aus dem Busche singen Finken.
