All Poems
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Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Inscription for a Medicinal Fountain at the Leasowes
© William Shenstone
Thou sacred nymph! whose pious care
Pours from thine urn this mineral rill,
Whose healing draughts, like crystal fair,
In pleasing murmurs here distil.
Rhymes Of A Life-Time
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FROM the first gleam of morning to the gray
Of peaceful evening, lo, a life unrolled!
The Retort Discourteous
© Stephen Vincent Benet
But what, by the fur on your satin sleeves,
The rain that drags at my feather
And the great Mercurius, god of thieves,
Are we thieves doing together?
"The flower, full blown, now bends the stalk, now breaks"
© Alfred Austin
The flower, full blown, now bends the stalk, now breaks;
The mellow fruit inclines the bough to earth;
The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn. Copied From A Print Of The Virgin, In A Roman Catholic Village In Germany
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet
Quae tam dulcem somnum videt,
Dormi, Jesu! blandule!
Si non dormis, Mater plorat,
Inter fila cantans orat,
Blande, veni, somnule.
The Revenge - A Ballad of the Fleet
© Alfred Tennyson
Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: 'I know you are no coward;
You fly them for a moment to fight with them again.
But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore.
I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard,
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain.'
Tale VIII
© George Crabbe
grace?" -
"He knew she hated every watering-place."
"The town?"--"What! now 'twas empty, joyless,
Rubies
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
They brought me rubies from the mine,
And held them to the sun;
I said, they are drops of frozen wine
From Eden's vats that run.
Plighted Promise
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IN a soft-complexioned sky,
Fleeting rose and kindling grey,
By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.
Leave off the Agony in Style
© Julia A Moore
Come all ye good people, listen to me, pray,
While I speak of fashion and style of today;
If you will notice, kind hearts it will beguile,
To keep in fashion and putting on style.
Prologue To Steele's Tender Husband
© Joseph Addison
In the first rise and infancy of farce,
When fools were many, and when plays were scarce
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - February
© George MacDonald
1.
I TO myself have neither power nor worth,
To Canada
© Katharine Lee Bates
OUR neighbor of the undefended bound,
Friend of the hundred years of peace, our kin,
The Bleeding Rock: Or, The Metamorphosis Of A Nymph Into Stone
© Hannah More
Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame,
'Twas each enamour'd Shepherd's fav'rite theme;
Return'd the rising, and the setting sun,
The Shepherd's fav'rite theme was never done.
They prais'd her wit, her worth, her shape, her air!
And even interior beauties own'd her fair.
