All Poems
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The Higher Kinship
© William Wilfred Campbell
Life is too grim with anxious, eating care
To cherish what is best. Our souls are scarred
St. Irvyne's Tower
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
How swiftly through Heaven's wide expanse
Bright day's resplendent colours fade!
How sweetly does the moonbeam's glance
With silver tint St. Irvyne's glade!
Holy Willie's Prayer
© Robert Burns
O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,
Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',
Sends ane to heaven an' ten to hell,
A' for Thy glory,
And no for onie guid or ill
They've done afore Thee!
Rosabella - Purity Of Heart
© George Moses Horton
Though with an angel's tongue
I set on fire the congregations all,
'Tis but a brazen bell that I have rung,
And I to nothing fall;
My theme is but an idle air
If Rosabella is not there,
A Poets Eightieth Birthday
© Alfred Austin
``He dieth young whom the Gods love,'' was said
By Greek Menander; nor alone by One
The Hint Fm French
© Thomas Parnell
How nicely fair Phillis you manage yr slave
You neither reproach nor approve him
The Season
© Ada Cambridge
And must I wear a silken life,
Hemmed in by city walls?
And must I give my garden up
For theatres and balls?
Black Messengers (Translation of Los Heraldos Negros)
© Cesar Vallejo
There are in life such hard blows . . . I don't know!
Blows seemingly from God's wrath; as if before them
the undertow of all our sufferings
is embedded in our souls . . . I don't know!
Elegy VII. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
As yet a stranger to the gentle fires
That Amathusia's smiling Queen inspires,
Joys of Spring
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
The climbing sun again was wakening the world
And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade.
Arcturus
© Emily Dickinson
"Arcturus" is his other name
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
Your Flaw
© Karl Kraus
That flaw of yours, that vent - I love it, dear;
its part of you
and ranks with me among your finest features.
When I find out that others have it too,
I look for it and almost see you near
and love all similarly wanting creatures.
Song For A Summer's Day
© Sylvia Plath
Through fen and farmland walking
With my own country love
I saw slow flocked cows move
White hulks on their day's cruising;
Sweet grass sprang for their grazing.
September
© Edgar Albert Guest
SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in dazzling red and gold
Now comes to paint the valleys and the hills;
A Dream Of The South Winds
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O FRESH, how fresh and fair
Through the crystal gulfs of air,
The fairy South Wind floateth on her subtle wings of balm!
And the green earth lapped in bliss,
To the magic of her kiss
Seems yearning upward fondly through the golden- crested calm!
The Enchanted Shirt
© John Hay
The King was sick. His cheek was red,
And his eye was clear and bright;
He ate and drank with kingly zest,
And peacefully snored at night.
Sorrow
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Woe to him that has not known the woe of man,
Who has not felt within him burning all the want
Of desolated bosoms, since the world began;
Felt, as his own, the burden of the fears that daunt;
Who has not eaten failure's bitter bread, and been
Among those ghosts of hope that haunt the day, unseen.
