All Poems
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In The Cup
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is grief in the cup!
I saw a proud mother set wine on the board;
The Auld Fisher
© George MacDonald
There was an auld fisher, he sat by the wa',
An' luikit oot ower the sea;
The bairnies war playin, he smil't on them a',
But the tear stude in his e'e.
A Song (#2)
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THOU art the soul of a summer's day,
Thou art the breath of the rose.
The Phantom Curate
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A bishop once - I will not name him see -
Annoyed his clergy in the mode conventional;
From pulpit shackles never set them free,
And found a sin where sin was unintentional.
All pleasures ended in abuse auricular -
The Bishop was so terribly particular.
Sonnet XVIII
© Caroline Norton
ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON.
[Inscribed, with deep and earnest sympathy, to her Mother, The Countess of Carlisle.]
SINCE in the pleasant time of opening flowers
That flow'r, Her life, was doom'd to fade away,--
Runnys Heading Rabits
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Runny lent to the wibrary
And there were bundreds of hooks
Bistory hooks, beography gooks,
And lots of bory stooks.
The Sea Diver
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My way is on the bright blue sea,
My sleep upon its rocking tide;
And many an eye has followed me
Where billows clasp the worn seaside.
Persephone
© Madison Julius Cawein
O Hades! O false gods! false to yourselves!
O Hades, 'twas thy brother gave her thee
An Acknowledgment
© Henry King
My best of friends! what needs a chain to tie
One by your merit bound a Votarie?
Think you I have some plot upon my peace,
I would this bondage change for a release?
The Amateur Photographer
© Norman Rowland Gale
Beware of those who slyly pilch
In many cunning ways;
Shakuntala Act 1
© Kalidasa
King Dushyant in a chariot, pursuing an antelope, with a bow and quiver, attended by his Charioteer.
Suta (Charioteer). [Looking at the antelope, and then at the king]
When I cast my eye on that black antelope, and on thee, O king, with thy braced bow, I see before me, as it were, the God Mahésa chasing a hart (male deer), with his bow, named Pináca, braced in his left hand.
Visit
© Stefan Anton George
Sun with a mellower fall
Plot of your garden edges,
Slants through the house in hedges
Down through gaps in the wall.
The Calculation Of Life
© Jean Antoine de Baif
Thou art aged; but recount,
Since thy early life began,
Crushed by
© Stéphane Mallarme
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
Depth of basalt and lavas
By even the enslaved echoes
Of a trumpet without power
On Messrs Hussey and Coffin
© Phillis Wheatley
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,
As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?
Dead- A Prisoner
© Katharine Tynan
He died the loneliest death of all,
Amid his foes he died.
But Someone's leaped the outer wall
And Someone's come inside,
And he has gotten a golden key
To set the lonesome prisoner free.
Gaita Galaica (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
Gaita galaica, que sabes cantar
lo que profundo y dulce nos es.
Dices de amor, y dices después
de un amargor como el de la mar.
