All Poems
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A mademoiselle Louise B. (II)
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'année en s'enfuyant par l'année est suivie.
Encore une qui meurt ! encore un pas du temps ;
Encore une limite atteinte dans la vie !
Encore un sombre hiver jeté sur nos printemps !
The Twenty-Second Of December
© William Cullen Bryant
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New-England's strand,
When first the thoughtful and the free,
Our fathers, trod the desert land.
Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
Resurrection
© Emily Dickinson
'T was a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time
Satire II
© John Donne
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate
Perfectly all this towne, yet there's one state
The Usurer
© Jean Blewett
FATE says, and flaunts her stores of gold,
'I'll loan you happiness untold.
What is it you desire of me?'
A perfect hour in which to be
God In Growth
© George MacDonald
I said, I will arise and work some thing,
Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow
The Over-Heart
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Above, below, in sky and sod,
In leaf and spar, in star and man,
Well might the wise Athenian scan
The geometric signs of God,
The measured order of His plan.
Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie
© George Essex Evans
As, like a creeping snake, with curve and sweep
The languid current steals past mead and scar,
To the dark mangrove fringing on the deep
Abreast the bar.
Idyll XXIV. The Infant Heracles
© Theocritus
"Sleep, children mine, a light luxurious sleep,
Brother with brother: sleep, my boys, my life:
Blest in your slumber, in your waking blest!"
Loneliness
© Trumbull Stickney
These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
The shrubs and trees
By weary wings of sunshine overflown
And timid silences,-
An Unwritten Tragedy
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ho, ye that thirst beside the running stream!
Love is a running stream, whose waters flow
Upon the earth, and who would drink thereof
Must bend him earthwards. There was such an one
On Mrs. Ar: F: Leaving London
© Thomas Parnell
From Town fair Arabella flies,
The Beaux unpowder'd grieve,
Sleepless Nights
© Frances Anne Kemble
In sleepless nights my sad forgotten lute
Breathes with low strains of broken melody,
One Of Times Riddles
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IN her deep bosom the pride settled down
That pride which is a brackish thing like salt;
The Death Of Agnes
© Edith Nesbit
Now that the sunlight dies in my eyes,
And the moonlight grows in my hair,
William Upson
© Julia A Moore
Come all good people, far and near,
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man, true and brave,
Who is now sleeping in his grave.
The Lady Of The Castle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
One sunny morn
With alms before her castle gate she stood,
Midst peasant-groups; when, breathless and o'erworn,
And shrouded in long weeds of widowhood,
