All Poems
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Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Poole
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Poole,
Whose soup was excessively cool;
So she put it to boil
By the aid of some oil,
That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.
Die Luegenhafte Phyllis
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Mein Damon spricht:
Kind, luege nicht!
Sonst werd ich strafen muessen,
Und dich zur Strafe kuessen.
Er droht mir, sieht verdruesslich aus,
Und strafet mich schon im voraus.
Fit The Second - The Bellman's Speech
© Lewis Carroll
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely conventional signs!
A Soldier's Grave
© Francis Ledwidge
Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms
Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death
Lest he should hear again the mad alarms
Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath.
The Pantomime Super to His Mask
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Vast empty shell!
Impertinent, preposterous abortion!
To His Royal Highness The Prince Of Wales
© James Thomson
While secret-leaguing nations frown around,
Ready to pour the long-expected storm;
While she, who wont the restless Gaul to bound,
Britannia, drooping, grows an empty form;
While on our vitals selfish parties prey,
And deep corruption eats our soul away;
Heartsease
© Walter Savage Landor
THERE is a flower I wish to wear,
But not until first worn by you
Heartseaseof all earths flowers most rare;
Bring it; and bring enough for two.
Love-Doubt
© Archibald Lampman
For oh, my Love was sunny-lipped and stirred
With all swift light and sound and gloom not long
Retained; I, with dreams weighed, that ever heard
Sad burdens echoing through the loudest throng
She, the wild song of some May-merry bird;
I, but the listening maker of a song.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Yet it is pitiful how friendships die,
Spite of our oaths eternal and high vows.
Some fall through blight of tongues wagged secretly,
Some through strifes loud in empty honour's house.
Andrew Rykmans Prayer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Andrew Rykman's dead and gone;
You can see his leaning slate
In the graveyard, and thereon
Read his name and date.
London Types: Drum-Major
© William Ernest Henley
Who says Drum-Major says a man of mould,
Shaking the meek earth with tremendous tread,
Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise
© James Shirley
There is no faith in claret, and it shall
Henceforth with me be held apocryphal.
Opals
© Arthur Symons
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
The fields of earth are in it, green and glimmering,
Bobs
© Jessie Pope
The call came in the stormy night,
Beneath a stranger's sky.
The soldier of a life-long fight,
Still fighting, went to die.
To The Queen Of England
© Edith Nesbit
COME forth! the world's aflame with flags and flowers,
The shout of bells fills full the shattered air,
Dedication
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THE SEA gives her shells to the shingle,
The earth gives her streams to the sea;
Sonnet 10
© Richard Barnfield
Thus was my loue, thus was my Ganymed,
(Heauens ioy, worlds wonder, natures fairest work,
