All Poems
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The Lucky Horseshoe
© James Thomas Fields
One morn, demoralized with grief,
The farmer clamored for relief;
And prayed right hard to understand
What witchcraft now possessed his land;
Why house and farm in misery grew
Since he nailed up that lucky shoe.
The Plaint Of A Rejected Wife
© Confucius
No cherishing you give,
I'm hostile in your eyes.
As pedler's wares for which none cares,
My virtues you despise.
An Epitaph
© James Beattie
LIKE thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life,
Like thee have languish'd after empty joys,
Like thee have labour'd in the stormy strife,
Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys.
Dont Ask Me Why
© Alexander Pushkin
Dont ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, Im often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I dont enjoy the dream of life;
Bahram The Hunter
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When Bahram rode to the chase,
Then saw ye his soul's delight
Full on his kingly face.
Who could his steed outpace?
Limerick:There was an Old Person of Ems
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Ems,
Who casually fell in the Thames;
And when he was found
They said he was drowned,
That unlucky Old Person of Ems
Quart Pot Creek.
© James Brunton Stephens
ON an evening ramble lately, as I wandered on sedately,
Linking curious fancies, modern, mediaeval, and antique,
In The Enchanted Tower
© Edith Nesbit
THE waves in thunderous menace break
Upon the rocks below my tower,
And none will dare the Sea-king's power
And venture shipwreck for my sake.
The Complaint Of An Officer
© Confucius
O Heaven above, before whose light
Revealed is every deed and thought,
The Eyes Of Herod
© Arthur Symons
The eyes of Herod look not upon Her,
The painted angel of some delicate lust
Upon The Thief
© John Bunyan
The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;
Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.
A Memorial tribute
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LEADER of armies, Israel's God,
Thy soldier's fight is won!
Master, whose lowly path he trod,
Thy servant's work is done!
The Scythians
© Alexander Blok
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations
Are as the sands upon the sounding shore.
We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!
Try to wage war with us-you'll try no more!
No coward soul is mine
© Emily Jane Brontë
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere :
The Wrath Of Loyalty
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OCTOBER! tho' thy rugged brow,
No vivid wreaths entwine;
Tho' not for thee the zephyr blow,
Tho' not for thee the blossom glow,
Or skies unclouded shine:
A Wasted Day
© Robert Fuller Murray
Another day let slip! Its hours have run,
Its golden hours, with prodigal excess,
All run to waste. A day of life the less;
Of many wasted days, alas, but one!
Penuel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
NEAR Jabbok Ford, endued with sacred might,
The patriarch strove with one that silent came,
Obscurely limned against the twilight flame--
Strove thro' slow watches of the marvellous night!
Expostulation
© Frances Anne Kemble
What though the sun must set, and darkness come,
Shall we turn coldly from the blessèd light,
