All Poems
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Spinning Songs
© Padraic Colum
But she said to him, "The goods you proffer
Are far from my mind as the silk of the sea!
The arms of him, my young love, round me,
Is all the treasure that's true for me!"
ER ZAGRIFIZZIO D'ABBRAMO I (Abraham's Sacrifice 1)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La Bibbia, ch'è una spece d'un'istoria,
Dice che ttra la prima e ssiconn'arca
Abbramo vorze fà da bon patriarca
N'ojocaustico a Dio sur Montemoria.
The Antiquity Of Freedom
© William Cullen Bryant
Here are old trees, tall oaks and gnarled pines,
That stream with gray-green mosses; here the ground
The New Proserpine
© Mathilde Blind
WHERE, countless as the stars of night,
The daisies made a milky way
Across fresh lawns, and flecked with light,
Old Ilex groves walled round with bay,--
To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of
© Richard Lovelace
Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay
Th' immortal grove of thy fair-order'd bay
Thou planted'st round my humble fane, that I
Stick on thy hearse this sprig of Elegie:
Marjorie
© Edgar Albert Guest
The house is as it was when she was here;
There's nothing changed at all about the place;
In The Garden VII: Early Autumn
© Edward Dowden
IF while I sit flatter'd by this warm sun
Death came to me, and kiss'd my mouth and brow,
Stratford-On-Avon
© Arthur Symons
Bright leaves and the pale grass turn grey
Now, sudden as a thought, one swan
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 01
© William Langland
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke dale
And the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.
Before
© William Ernest Henley
Behold me waiting-waiting for the knife.
A little while, and at a leap I storm
Everyday Characters I - The Vicar
© Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Some years ago, ere time and taste
Had turned our parish topsy-turvy,
He Did Love
© Anna Akhmatova
He did love three things in this world:
Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
And worn, weathered maps of America.
And he did not love children crying,
For Spring By Sandro Botticelli
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WHAT masque of what old wind-withered New-Year
Honours this Lady? Flora, wanton-eyed
Sir Henry Wotton, and Serjeant Hoskins Riding On The Way
© Sir Henry Wotton
Ho. Noble, lovely, vertuous Creature,
Purposely so fram'd by Nature
To enthral your servants wits.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
'Twixt those twin worlds,the world of Sleep, which gave
No dream to warn,the tidal world of Death,
The Praise Of Dust
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,
The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
And my whole body spoke.
Morton
© James Whitcomb Riley
The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill;
The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,
Throbs solemnly for one whose earthly will
Wrought every mission well.
