All Poems
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Sonnet XVI: Happy In Sleep
© Samuel Daniel
Happy in sleep, waking content to languish,
Embracing clouds by night; in daytime, mourn;
Inebriety
© George Crabbe
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stains
The bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,
The Method
© George Herbert
Poore heart, lament,
For since thy God refuseth still,
There is some rub, some discontent,
Which cools his will.
The King's Pilgrimage
© Rudyard Kipling
Our King went forth on pilgrimage
His prayers and vows to pay
To them that saved our heritage
And cast their own away.
James And The Shoulder Of Mutton
© Ann Taylor
YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school,
As hungry as could be,
He cried to Sue, the servant-maid,
"My dinner give to me. "
Home From The Daisied Meadows
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Home from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet -
Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set;
Caravaggio: Swirl & Vortex
© Larry Levis
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,
Left behind his own face in the decapitated, swollen, leaden-eyed head of Goliath,
And left the eyelids slightly open, & left on the face of David a look of pity
So that you will hear me
© Pablo Neruda
So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
I Think Of Thee In Watches Of The Night
© Mathilde Blind
I think of thee in watches of the night,
I feel thee near;
Like mystic lamps consumed with too much light
Thine eyes burn clear.
An Eclogue
© Thomas Parnell
Now early shepheards ore ye meadow pass,
And print long foot-steps in the glittering grass;
The Cows unfeeding near the cottage stand,
By turns obedient to the Milkers hand,
Or loytring stretch beneath an Oaken shade,
Or lett the suckling Calf defraud the maid.
"I Might-And I Might Not"
© Gamaliel Bradford
I might forget ambition and the hunger for success.
I might forget the passion to escape from nothingness.
I might forget the curious dreams of ecstasy that haunt
My fancy day and night. I might forget them. But I can't.
The Pharaohs of Today
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Pain and labor of oppression gave the Western world its birth,
From such shores the love of freedom ne'er should perish from the earth;
To a conscience that's awakened, these are words to make it start,
"Each oppressor of a human buys himself a hardened heart!"
Tristia
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I have studied the Science of departures,
in nights sorrows, when a womans hair falls down.
A January Morning
© Archibald Lampman
The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn
Black chimney builds into the quiet sky
The Mayflowers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars,
And nursed by winter gales,
With petals of the sleeted spars,
And leaves of frozen sails!
Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds
© John Keats
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
In Memoriam A. H. H.
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
A New Year's Greeting
© James Russell Lowell
The century numbers fourscore years;
You, fortressed in your teens,
To Time's alarums close your ears,
And, while he devastates your peers,
Conceive not what he means.
Anonymous Plays: XVII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
YE TOO, dim watchfires of some darkling hour,
Whose fame forlorn time saves not nor proclaims
