Pet poems
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Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence
© Augusta Davies Webster
Oh goddess head! Oh innocent brave eyes!
Oh curved and parted lips where smiles are rare
And sweetness ever! Oh smooth shadowy hair
Gathered around the silence of her brow!
Child, I'd needs love thy beauty stranger-wise:
And oh the beauty of it, being thou!
The Two Dreams
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
I WILL that if I say a heavy thing
Your tongues forgive me; seeing ye know that spring
British Association, Notes Of The President's Address
© James Clerk Maxwell
In the very beginnings of science, the parsons, who managed things then,
Being handy with hammer and chisel, made gods in the likeness of men;
Queen Venus
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Queen Venus on a day of cloud
Forsook heaven's argent palaces,
Beneath the roofing vapours bowed
And sought a promontory loud
Come With The Summer Leaves
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Come with the summer leaves, love, to my grave,
And, if you doubt among the quiet dead,
Choose out that mound where greenest grasses wave
And where the flowers grow thickest and most red.
Woman Of Canaan
© John Newton
Prayer an answer will obtain,
Though the Lord awhile delay;
None shall seek his face in vain,
None be empty sent away.
My Lady The Tyranness
© Francis Thompson
Me since your fair ambition bows
Feodary to those gracious brows,
From 'The Clouds'
© Sandor Petofi
SORROW? A GREAT OCEAN.
Joy?
A little pearl in the ocean.Perhaps,
By the time I fish it up, I may break it.
Mary
© George MacDonald
She sitteth at the Master's feet
In motionless employ;
Her ears, her heart, her soul complete
Drinks in the tide of joy.
Ballad Of The Skeletons
© Allen Ginsberg
Said the Presidential Skeleton
I won't sign the bill
Said the Speaker skeleton
Yes you will
The Conference
© Charles Churchill
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,
When they are told that grace was said by me;
A Walk In The Shrubbery
© Charlotte Turner Smith
To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers
expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours.
The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies
© Thomas Hood
I
'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,and with a broader sphere
Unshackled Thoughts On Chivalry, Romance, Adventure, Etc.
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Yesterday afternoon, while I was walking on Worth Street,
A gust of wind blew my hat off.
The Wanderers Return
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling
Like night upon a grave. The city there,
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair,
