All Poems
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The Widow Of Crescentius : Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Hast thou a scene that is not spread
With records of thy glory fled?
Ode On The Istallation of the Duke of Devonshire
© Charles Kingsley
Hence a while, severer Muses;
Spare your slaves till drear October.
Repentance And Reconciliation
© Charles Lamb
MOTHER.
Your repentance, my children, I see is unfeigned,
You are now my good Robert, and now my good Jane;
And if you will never be naughty again,
Your fond mother will never look grave.
Adieu, Farewell Earth's Bliss
© Thomas Nashe
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
This world uncertain is;
Fond are life's lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys,
Prologue, Intended for "Vortigern"
© Henry James Pye
The cause with learn'd investigation fraught,
Behold at length to this tribunal brought,
No fraud your penetrating eyes can cheat,
None here can Shakespeare's writing counterfeit.
By The Autumn Sea
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FAIR as the dawn of the fairest day,
Sad as the evening's tender gray,
By the latest lustre of sunset kissed,
That wavers and wanes through an amber mist,
There cometh a dream of the past to me,
On the desert sands, by the autumn sea.
Sheep In Fog
© Sylvia Plath
The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
Malham Cove
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;
The Firetail's Nest
© John Clare
"Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps by
Her nestling young that in the elderns lie,
Red Maples
© Sara Teasdale
IN the last year I have learned
How few men are worth my trust;
I have seen the friend I loved
Struck by death into the dust,
La Cloche De Louisbourg
© Nérée Beauchemin
CETTE vieille cloche d'église
Qu'une gloire en larmes encor
Blasonne, brode et fleurdelise,
Rutile à nos yeux comme l'or.
Dare you see a Soul
© Emily Dickinson
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door
Red is the Fire's common tint
But when the vivid Ore
Twilight
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Warm, the deserted evening
Closes over the moor.
Was it here we walked and were merry
Only an hour before?
The Welshnut Tree
© William Barnes
When in the evenèn the zun's a-zinkèn,
A drowèn sheädes vrom the yollow west,
A Nocturne
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Moon has gone to her rest,
A full hour ago.
The Pleiads have found a nest
In the waves below.
A Visit From Wisdom
© Khalil Gibran
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.
Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth."
