All Poems
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The Martinet
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Some time ago, in simple verse
I sang the story true
Of CAPTAIN REECE, the MANTELPIECE,
And all her happy crew.
The Winter Nosegay
© William Cowper
What Nature, alas! has denied
To the delicate growth of our isle,
How Love Looked For Hell.
© Sidney Lanier
"To heal his heart of long-time pain
One day Prince Love for to travel was fain
The Lord of the Isles: Canto I.
© Sir Walter Scott
Here pause we, gentles, for a space;
And, if our tale hath won your grace,
Grant us brief patience, and again
We will renew the minstrel strain.
Fog
© Robinson Jeffers
Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud
"There is room, wild minds,
The Tattered Cord (Der Abgerissen Strick, translation with original German)
© Bertolt Brecht
The tattered cord
can again become knotted.
It holds
but it is torn.
Two Scenes From The Life Of Blondel
© James Russell Lowell
SCENE I.--_Near a castle in Germany._
'Twere no hard task, perchance, to win
Ringleted Youth Of My Love
© Douglas Hyde
RINGLETED youth of my love,
With thy locks bound loosely behind thee,
The Personified Sentimental
© Francis Bret Harte
Affection's charm no longer gilds
The idol of the shrine;
To Quotation
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Quotation! Ah, thou droppest as the gentle
rain from heaven,
Thy brow is wet with honest sweat and the
stars on thy head are seven.
I Swear
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
Oh, Timballoo! How Happy We Are
© Louisa May Alcott
"Oh, Timballoo! how happy we are,
We live in a sieve and a crockery jar!
Angelica The Doorkeeper
© Anonymous
Angelica's their doorkeeper
She's wound the sun round her head
She's tied the moon round her waist
A Ballade Of Home
© Enid Derham
Princes and lords of high degree,
Smile, and we fling you scorn for scorn,
In hope and faith and memory
I love the land where I was born.
The Hesitating Veteran
© Ambrose Bierce
When I was young and full of faith
And other fads that youngsters cherish
Afterwards
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SHE opened her moist crimson lips to sing;
And from her throat that is so white and full
Rondeau
© Eustache Deschamps
Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-
Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
