Kismet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
Poems about god-speed (15 Poems)
From the Gulf (William Henry Ogilvie Poems)
Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes feeding past,With half-a-mile of sandhill 'twixt the leaders and the last;The nags that ...
At School-Close (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.The end has come, as come it mustTo all things; in these sweet June daysThe teacher and ...
Bi-Centennia (Horatio Alger Jr Poems)
From the door of the homestead the mother looks forth, With a glance half of hope, half of fear,For the clock ...
Civil War In America–Exp (Janet Hamilton Poems)
No darker record on the roll of timeWas e'er inscribed to country, age, or clime,By the red hand of war—so ...
Harvard Ode II (Horatio Alger Jr Poems)
As we meet in thy name, Alma Mater, to-night, All our hearts and our hopes are as one,And love for the ...
The Missing Ship. (George Pope Morris Poems)
She left the port in gallant style, With sails and streamers full and free!I watched her course for many a mile Far ...
Tekel (Edith Nesbit Poems)
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
Sunrise (Emma Lazarus Poems)
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
Don’t Drink (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Don't drink, boys, don't!There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.If they ...
God-Speed to the Snow (Archibald Lampman Poems)
March is slain; the keen winds fly;Nothing more is thine to do;April kisses thee good-bye;Thou must haste and follow too;Silent ...
Song In Spite Of Myself (Countee Cullen Poems)
Never love with all your heart,It only ends in aching;And bit by bit to the smallest partThat organ will be ...
Return Of The Troops (Dollie Radford Poems)
THE town is very gay to-day,And down our busy streetFlags wave, and all the balconiesAre filled, our men to greet.One ...
Salve! (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
TO live within a cave--it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, ...
The Wayfarers (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...