Allegory by Thomas Hood
Allegory by Thomas Hood I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant. I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment, With yellow body and the wheels of red, Because it was […]
A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood
A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood A lake and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, – And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk And strings of oriental pearls, Like gossamers dipped in milk, Should twine with thy raven […]
Your Last Drive by Thomas Hardy
Here by the moorway you returned, And saw the borough lights ahead That lit your face – all undiscerned To be in a week the face of the dead, And you told of the charm of that haloed view That never again would beam on you. And on your left you passed the spot Where […]
Without Ceremony by Thomas Hardy
It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred. And when you’d a mind to career Off anywhere – say to town – You were all on a sudden gone Before I had thought thereon, […]
[Greek Title] by Thomas Hardy
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, – As though by labouring all-unknowingly, Like one whom reveries numb. How much of consciousness informs Thy will Thy biddings, as if blind, Of death-inducing kind, Nought shows to us ephemeral ones who fill But moments in Thy […]
Afterwards by Thomas Hardy
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, ‘He was a man who used to notice such things’? If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid’s soundless blink, The dewfall-hawk comes […]
A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb. Yet less for loss of your dear presence there Than that I thus found lacking in your make That high compassion which can overbear Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, You did not come. […]
Wind on the Hill by AA Milne
Wind on the Hill by AA Milne No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow […]
us_two_by_a_a_milne.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Us Two by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Us Two/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,br /> There’s always Pooh and Me.br /> Whatever I do, he wants to do,br /> “Where are you going today?” says Pooh:br /> “Well, […]
twinkletoes.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Twinkletoes by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Twinkletoes/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>When the sunbr /> Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,br /> When the sunbr /> Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,br /> Then I passbr /> On the grassbr […]
the_morning_walk.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Morning Walk by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Morning Walk/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>When Anne and I go out a walk,br /> We hold each other’s hand and talkbr /> Of all the things we mean to dobr /> When Anne […]
the_kings_breakfast.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The King’s Breakfast by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The King’s Breakfast/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>The King’s Breakfastbr /> The King askedbr /> The Queen, andbr /> The Queen askedbr /> The Dairymaid:br /> “Could we have some butter forbr /> The Royal […]
the_dormouse_and_the_doctor.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Dormouse and the Doctor by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Dormouse and the Doctor/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bedbr /> Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),br /> And all the day long he’d […]
the_christening.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Christening by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Christening/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>What shall I callbr /> My dear little dormouse?br /> His eyes are small,br /> But his tail is e-nor-mouse./p> p>I sometimes call him Terrible John,br /> ‘Cos his tail […]
rice_pudding.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Rice Pudding by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Rice Pudding/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>What is the matter with Mary Jane?br /> She’s crying with all her might and main,br /> And she won’t eat her dinner; rice pudding again -br /> What is […]
politeness.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Politeness by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Politeness/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>If people ask me,br /> I always tell them:br /> “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.”br /> If people ask me,br /> I always answer,br /> “Quite well, thank […]
missing.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Missing by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Missing/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Has anybody seen my mouse?/p> p>I opened his box for half a minute,br /> Just to make sure he was really in it,br /> And while I was looking, he jumped outside!br […]
market_square.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Market Square by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Market Square/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>I had a penny,br /> A bright new penny,br /> I took my pennybr /> To the market square.br /> I wanted a rabbit,br /> A little brown rabbit,br /> […]
lines_and_squares.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Lines and Squares by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Lines and Squares/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Whenever I walk in a London street,br /> I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;br /> And I keep in the squares,br /> And the masses of […]
if_i_were_king.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>If I Were King by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>If I Were King/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>I often wish I were a King,br /> And then I could do anything./p> p>If only I were King of Spain,br /> I’d take my hat […]
hoppity.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Hoppity by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Hoppity/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Christopher Robin goesbr /> Hoppity, hoppity,br /> Hoppity, hoppity, hop.br /> Whenever I tell himbr /> Politely to stop it, hebr /> Says he can’t possibly stop./p> p>If he stopped hopping,br /> […]
happiness.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Happiness by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Happiness/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>John hadbr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Boots on;br /> John had abr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Hat;br /> John had abr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Mackintosh […]
come_out_with_me.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Come Out with Me by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Come Out with Me/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There’s sun on the river and sun on the hill . . .br /> You can hear the sea if you stand quite still!br /> There’s […]
buckingham_palace.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Buckingham Palace by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Buckingham Palace/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace -br /> Christopher Robin went down with Alice.br /> Alice is marrying one of the guard.br /> “A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”br /> […]
brownie.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Brownie by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Brownie/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain,br /> Someone lives behind it, but I don’t know who;br /> I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite […]
at_the_zoo.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>At the Zoo by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>At the Zoo/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There are lions and roaring tigers,br /> and enormous camels and things,br /> There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,br /> and a great big bear with wings.br /> There’s a sort […]
Song IX: Ho Ye Who Seek Saving by William Morris
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, And these know the House of Fulfilment of Craving; These know the Cup with the roses around it; These know the World’s Wound and the balm that hath bound it: Cry out, the World heedeth […]
Song IV: Draw Near and Behold Me by William Morris
Love is enough: draw near and behold me Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter, And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after; For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter. –Pass by […]
Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding by William Morris
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure, And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding, As the morning and evening passed over its treasure. And what do ye say […]
Song II: Have No Thought for Tomorrow by William Morris
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow: For as it was once so it shall be again. Ye shall cry out for death as ye stretch forth in vain Feeble hands to the […]
Song I: Though the World Be A-Waning by William Morris
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil […]
Sir Giles’ War-Song by William Morris
Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? The clink of arms is good to hear, The flap of pennons fair to see; Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? The leopards and lilies are fair to see; “St. George Guienne” right […]
Sir Galahad, a Christmas Mystery by William Morris
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six hours ago I came and sat down here, And ponder’d sadly, wearied and forlorn. The winter wind that pass’d the chapel door, Sang out a moody tune, that went right well With mine own thoughts: […]
Sad-Eyed and Soft and Grey by William Morris
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn! Across the long grass of the marshy plain Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain, Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn Above the lush blades of the springing corn, Thy thrush within the high elms strives in vain To store up tales of […]
Riding Together by William Morris
For many, many days together The wind blew steady from the East; For many days hot grew the weather, About the time of our Lady’s Feast. For many days we rode together, Yet met we neither friend nor foe; Hotter and clearer grew the weather, Steadily did the East wind blow. We saw the trees […]
Pomona by William Morris
I am the ancient apple-queen, As once I was so am I now. For evermore a hope unseen, Betwixt the blossom and the bough. Ah, where’s the river’s hidden Gold! And where the windy grave of Troy? Yet come I as I came of old, From out the heart of Summer’s joy. ————— The End […]
Our Hands Have Met by William Morris
Our hands have met, our lips have met Our souls; who knows when the wind blows How light souls drift mid longings set, If thou forget’st, can I forget The time that was not long ago? Thou wert not silent then, but told Sweet secrets dear; I drew so near Thy shamefaced cheeks grown overbold, […]
Night by William Morris
I am Night: I bring again Hope of pleasure, rest from pain: Thoughts unsaid ‘twixt Life and Death My fruitful silence quickeneth. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository of world poetry. Poetry Monster — the multilingual library […]
Near But Far Away by William Morris
She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes, The deep grey windows of her heart, were wet, Methought they softened with a new regret To note in mine unspoken miseries, And as a prayer from out my heart did rise And struggled on my lips in shame’s strong net, She stayed me, and cried “Brother!” […]
Near Avalon by William Morris
A ship with shields before the sun, Six maidens round the mast, A red-gold crown on every one, A green gown on the last. The fluttering green banners there Are wrought with ladies’ heads most fair, And a portraiture of Guenevere The middle of each sail doth bear. A ship with sails before the wind, […]