All Poems
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To The Duchess Of Ferrara
© Torquato Tasso
Royal bride, see the time advance
That calls true lovers to the dance,
George Mullen's Confession
© James Whitcomb Riley
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the
time
Of the clockworks of my nature, I desire to say that I'm
A weak and sinful creature, as regards my daily walk
The last five years and better. It ain't worth while to talk--
Always At Sea
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Always at sea I think about the dead.
On barques invisible they seem to sail
The self-same course; and from the decks cry 'Hail'!
Then I recall old words that they have said,
And see their faces etched upon the mist-
Dear faces I have kissed.
The Second Whip Explains
© William Henry Ogilvie
Now, gatherin' 'ounds is a job I like
W'en the winter day draws in,
Olney Hymn 14: Jehovah-Shammah
© William Cowper
As birds their infant brood protect,
And spread their wings to shelter them,
Thus saith the Lord to His elect,
"So will I guard Jerusalem."
Lines In The Travellers' Book At Orchomenus
© George Gordon Byron
IN THIS BOOK A TRAVELLER HAD WRITTEN:
'Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son depart
To trace the birth and nursery of art:
Noble his object, glorious is his aim;
He comes to Athens, and he writes his name.'
Spring Love
© Francis Ledwidge
I saw her coming through the flowery grass,
Round her swift ankles butterfly and bee
Blent loud and silent wings ; I saw her pass
Where foam-bows shivered on the sunny sea.
Greek Love Song
© Margaret Widdemer
Under dusky laurel leaf,
Scarlet leaf of rose,
I lie prone, who have known
All a woman knows.
In Secret We Thirst
© Hermann Hesse
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy
like a breath in pure harmony
with the depth of your young surface
where sparkles the longing for the night
for blood and barbarity
The People
© Pablo Neruda
I, who knew him, saw him descend
till he was no longer except what he left:
roads he could scarcely know,
houses he never ever would live in.
The Folk I Love
© Lesbia Harford
All the dreary afternoon
I must clutch
At the strength to love like them
Not too much
The Virtuoso: In Imitation of Spenser's Style And Stanza
© Mark Akenside
--- Videmus
Nugari solitos.
-Persius
Forward
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let me look always forward. Never back.
Was I not formed for progress? Otherwise
Eclogue The First
© Thomas Chatterton
WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wound;
From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,
Caracol (A Shell)
© Rubén Dario
En la playa he encontrado un caracol de oro
macizo y recamado de las perlas más finas;
Europa le ha tocado con sus manos divinas
cuando cruzó las ondas sobre el celeste toro.
Whispered Into Afternoon
© Georg Trakl
Sun of autumn, thin and shy
And fruit drops off the trees,
Blue silence fills the peace
Of a tardy afternoons sky.
A Nocturnal Reverie
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
In such a Night, when every louder Wind
Is to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;
On A Beautiful Youth Struck Blind With Lightning
© Oliver Goldsmith
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
Rather in pity, than in hate,
That he should be, like Cupid, blind,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.
And Then No More
© James Clarence Mangan
I SAW her once, one little while, and then no more:
Twas Edens light on Earth a while, and then no more.
