All Poems
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The Demon
© Mikhail Lermontov
...Cold and regretless shalt thou view this sphere,
Where crimes inseparable from fate,
Good Friday
© John Keble
Is it not strange, the darkest hour
That ever dawned on sinful earth
Should touch the heart with softer power
For comfort than an angel's mirth?
That to the Cross the mourner's eye should turn
Sooner than where the stars of Christmas burn?
Love reckons by itselfalone
© Emily Dickinson
Love reckons by itselfalone
"As large as I"relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze
Itself is all the like it has
An Alphabet Zoo
© Carolyn Wells
A was an apt Alligator,
Who wanted to be a head-waiter;
He said, "I opine
In that field I could shine,
Because I am such a good skater."
The Voice in the Wild Oak
© Henry Kendall
Twelve years ago, when I could face
High heavens dome with different eyes
Lake Louise
© Harriet Monroe
Bluer than Helen's eyes she lies
Under the blue cloud-drifting skies;
A daughter fair of light and air
Dropped among warrior mountains there.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Third Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast finding
his mind free from other thoughts, it happened that the heart and the
eyes spoke together as if they were animals and substances of different
intellects and senses, and they made lament of that which was the
beginning of his torment and which consumed his soul.
Kettelopotomachia
© James Russell Lowell
P. Ovidii Nasonis carmen heroicum macaronicum perplexametrum, inter
Getas getico moro compostum, denuo per medium ardentispiritualem
adjuvante mensa diabolice obsessa, recuperatum, curaque Jo. Conradi
Schwarzii umbrae, allis necnon plurimis adjuvantibus, restitutum.
The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers
© Robinson Jeffers
I. TO DESIRE
(Here a dancer enters and dances.)
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
© Anna Akhmatova
We don't know how to say good-bye
We wander on, shoulder by shoulder.
Already the sun is going down.
You're moody, I am your shadow.
Don't Kill That Fly!
© Kobayashi Issa
Look, don't kill that fly!
It is making a prayer to you
By rubbing its hands and feet.
True Nobility
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who does his task from day to day
And meets whatever comes his way,
Believing God has willed it so.
Has found real greatness here below.
Hymn To Woden
© William Lisle Bowles
God of the battle, hear our prayer!
By the lifted falchion's glare;
Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, Anno 1790
© William Cowper
Other stones the era tell,
When some feeble mortal fell;
I stand here to date the birth
Of these hardy sons of earth.
Snow
© Viggo Stuckenberg
It is a long way, a long way away in the land where all the Fairy Tales happen.
Out on a flat, snow covered, endless barren field squats a tumbledown hut, and in the hut's only room sits a bent old man breathing on the ice on the windowpane. He is staring out over the lonely snow-plain which is empty, cold and trackless, while and sterile all the way to the frost-blue clouds on the horizon. The old man's breath spreads like thin steam over the pane, and freezes. The frost creaks in the woodwork. The cold steals in from outside through cracks and chinks, and long icicles hang down from the eaves like a lattice in front of the window.
God Help our Men at Sea
© Henry Kendall
The wild night comes like an owl to its lair,
The black clouds follow fast,
Childhoods Retreat
© Robert Duncan
Its in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me.
