All Poems
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Spring. (From The French Of Charles D'Orleans. XV. Century)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
The Prayer Of A Lonely Heart
© Frances Anne Kemble
I am aloneoh be thou near to me,
Great God! from whom the meanest are not far.
Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
This is our golden year,--its golden day;
Its bridal memories soon must pass away;
Soon shall its dying music cease to ring,
And every year must loose some silver string,
Till the last trembling chords no longer thrill,--
Hands all at rest and hearts forever still.
Cuckoo In The Pear-Tree
© William Brighty Rands
The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree,
Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.
Self- Unconscious
© Thomas Hardy
Along the way
He walked that day,
Watching shapes that reveries limn,
And seldom he
Had eyes to see
The moment that encompassed him.
The Dying Slave
© William Lisle Bowles
Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,
When Afric's injured son expiring lay,
Fuer Wen Ich Singe
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich singe nicht fuer kleine Knaben,
Die voller Stolz zur Schule gehn,
Und den Ovid in Haenden haben,
Den ihre Lehrer nicht verstehn.
Reminiscence
© Padraic Colum
Recalling long ago. And she will hop
The inches of her crib, this narrow shop,
When you step in to be her customer:
A bird of little worth, a sparrow, say,
Whose crib's in such neglected passageway
That one's left wondering who brings crumbs to her.
The Convict
© Robert Laurence Binyon
By the warm road--side, where chestnut and thorn
The brightness shaded, supine, at ease,
A felon, freed that morn,
Lay idle, and wondered, gazing up through the trees.
The Garden Of Death
© Lord Alfred Douglas
There is an isle in an unfurrowed sea
That I wot of, whereon the whole year round
Thebais - Book Two
© Pablius Papinius Statius
Now Joves Command fulfilld, the Son of May
Quits the black Shades and slowly mounts to Day.
The Syrophenician Woman
© George MacDonald
"Grant, Lord, her prayer, and let her go;
She crieth after us."
Nay, to the dogs ye cast it so;
Serve not a woman thus.
Funnel
© Anne Sexton
The family story tells, and it was told true,
of my great-grandfather who begat eight
Song. "Where dost thou bide"
© Amelia Opie
WHERE dost thou bide, blessed soul of my love!
Is ether thy dwelling, O whisper me where!
Rapt in remembrance, while lonely I rove,
I gaze on bright clouds, and I fancy thee there.
An Intercepted Valentine
© Carolyn Wells
Little Bo-Peep, will you be mine?
I want you for my Valentine.
St. Peter's Day
© John Keble
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved,
Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;
In sharpest perils faithful proved,
Let his soul love Thee to the end.
Beauty and Hate
© John Le Gay Brereton
I have sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine;
Led out by a laughing wind on a tumbling sea,
In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII
© Alfred Tennyson
And shall I take a thing so blind,
Embrace her as my natural good;
Or crush her, like a vice of blood,
Upon the threshold of the mind?
