All Poems
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False Dawn
© Rudyard Kipling
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain-
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.
Grodek
© Georg Trakl
At evening the autumn woodlands ring
With deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
Lovers
© Edward Thomas
The two men in the road were taken aback.
The lovers came out shading their eyes from the sun,
The Neophyte
© Alice Meynell
Who knows what days I answer for to-day:
Giving the bud I give the flower. I bow
This yet unfaded and a faded brow;
Bending these knees and feeble knees, I pray.
Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf
© Andrew Lang
Prince, faith you're improving a wee,
And, Lord, man, they tell me you're keen;
Tak' the best o' advice that can be,
Tak' aye tent to be up on the green!
Those Two boys
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When Bill was a lad he was terribly bad.
He worried his parents a lot;
The Shepherds Calendar - December-Christmass
© John Clare
Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough
Tu Palabra Mas Futil...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Magdalena, conozco que te amo
en que la más trivial de tus acciones
es pasto para mí, como la miga
es la felicidad de los gorriones.
At The "Atlantic" Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DECEMBER 15, 1874
I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion to
A Profile
© Arthur Symons
A nymph in all her ardour towards the Faun,
Leant heavily, with open eyes alight,
The Thief And Cordelier. A Ballad
© Matthew Prior
Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,
Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
The Exile
© Thomas Hood
The swallow with summer
Will wing o'er the seas,
The wind that I sigh to
Will visit thy trees.
The Litanies Of Satan
© Charles Baudelaire
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,
a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O, Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done,
In Memory Of John And Robert Ware
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
No mystic charm, no mortal art,
Can bid our loved companions stay;
The bands that clasp them to our heart
Snap in death's frost and fall apart;
Like shadows fading with the day,
They pass away.
The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger
© James Kenneth Stephen
Dear Sir, though my language is low,
Let me dip in Pierian pools:
My verses are only so so,
But I hope I have kept to the rules.
Of Hell And The Estate of Those Who Perish
© John Bunyan
hus, having show'd you what I see
Of heaven, I now will tell
You also, after search, what be
The damned wights of hell.
