Queen Victoria (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
A Prize Birthday Poem, 1885.We do not sing of vast domain-- Empires as vast as ours are seen,And o'er their millions ...
A Prize Birthday Poem, 1885.We do not sing of vast domain-- Empires as vast as ours are seen,And o'er their millions ...
Cicely Fox Smith1st February 1882Happy 125th Birthdayhttp://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Miss_Cicely_Fox_SmithThis month sees the 125th anniversary of the birth of a remarkable lady who ...
To have liv'd eminent in a degreeeBeyond our lofty'st flights, that is like thee;Or t'have had too much merit is ...
For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,A poem had been gathering in my mind,Details of significance and rhythm,The way ...
Ah! poor intoxicated little knave,Now senseless, floating on the fragrant wave; Why not content the cakes alone to munch?Dearly thou pay'st ...
_Youth_ dreams of all the years shall hold,--Of poems writ, of battles won,Of statues made, of love, of gold,And honors, ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop O'er wordy tasks in London town, How scantly Laura trips for you- A poem in a ...
'This 'is' a poem! This 'is' a copy of verses!'YOUR mandate I got,You may all go to pot;Had your senses been ...
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess --Against my natural caution ...
Somewhere, sometime, long, long ago, I read a poem. It was soon forgotten… but the first line has stuck in ...
IThough I was born a Londoner,And bred in Gloucestershire,I walked in Hellas years agoWith friends in white attire:And I remember ...
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate,That few but such as cannot write, translate.But what in them is ...
I MIND the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat,And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat;They used to see ...
When Ezry, that's my sister's son, come home from furrin parts,He fetched the folks a lot of things ter brighten ...
Do you remember still the little songI mumbled on the hill at Aura, howI told you it was made for ...
DIVINEST art, the stars aboveWere fated on thy birth to shine;Oh, born of beauty and of love,What early poetry was ...
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess -Against my natural caution ...
The afternoon had a flu-like quality, gray and threatening to burst into tears at any moment, but I held it ...
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years ...
August: not only named for Augustus Roman Emperor 63 B.C.-A.D. 14. It also celebrates such wonderful events as all 'Horses birthdays' ...
To say this comedy pleased long ago,Is not enough to make it pass you now.Yet, gentlemen, your ancestors had wit,When ...
Had I at Mecca's gate been nourished, Or dwelt on Yemen's glowing sand, Or from my youth in Sinai flourished, A sword were ...
a slow thoughtful spontaneous poemI am 32 years oldand finally I look my age, if not more.Is it a good ...
Now I begin to know at last,These nights when I sit down to rhyme,The form and measure of that vastGod ...
Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathersand mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,and though I am a ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight hereExalts the vast and busy LibraryAnd seems to set the bookshelves back in ...
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one! I love thee more for that thou changest not. When Winter comes with frigid blast, Or ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
I have found violets. April hath come on, And the cool winds feel softer, and the rain Falls in the beaded drops ...
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