Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
“There is a garden in her face” Anonymous English

From “An Houre’s Recreation in Musicke,” 1606

THERE is a garden in her face,
  Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
  Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till cherry-ripe...

“There is no death” J. L. McCreery English

There is no death! the stars go down
  To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heaven’s jewelled crown
  They shine forever more.

There is no death! the forest leaves
  Convert to life the viewless air;
The rocks disorganize to feed...

“There is such power” Arlo Bates English

From “Sonnets in Shadow”
THERE is such power even in smallest things
  To bring the dear past back; a flower’s tint,
  A snatch of some old song, the fleeting glint
Of sunbeams on the wave—each vivid brings

The lost days up, as from the idle strings...

“There was a little girl” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1827 English

There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
  Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
  And when she was bad she was horrid.

One day she went upstairs,
When her parents, unawares,
  ...

“There was a small boy of Quebec” Rudyard Kipling English

There was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
  When they said. “Are you friz?”
  He replied, “Yes, I is—
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.”
“There was a young lady of Niger” Anonymous English

There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a Tiger;
  They came back from the ride
  With the lady inside,
And the smile on the face of the Tiger.*        *        *        *        *
There was a young maid who said, “Why
Can’t I...

“There’s nae luck about the house” Jean Adam English

And are ye sure the news is true?
  And are ye sure he ’s weel?
Is this a time to think of wark?
  Ye jauds, fling by your wheel.
Is this a time to think of wark,
  When Colin ’s at the door?
Gie me my cloak! I ’ll to the quay
  And see him...

“They are all gone” Henry Vaughan 1641 English

They are all gone into the world of light,
  And I alone sit lingering here!
Their very memory is fair and bright,
    And my sad thoughts doth clear;

It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
  Like stars upon some gloomy grove,—
Or those faint...

“They are dear fish to me” Anonymous English

The Farmer’s wife sat at the door,
  A pleasant sight to see;
And blithesome were the wee, wee bairns
  That played around her knee.

When, bending ’neath her heavy creel,
  A poor fish-wife came by,
And, turning from the toilsome road,
  ...

“They come! the merry summer months” William Motherwell English

They come! the merry summer months of beauty, song, and flowers;
They come! the gladsome months that bring thick leafiness to bowers.
Up, up, my heart! and walk abroad; fling cark and care aside;
Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide;
Or,...

“Those evening bells” Thomas Moore 1799 English

Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime!

Those joyous hours are passed away;
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now...

“Thou art gone to the grave” Reginald Heber English

Thou art gone to the grave—but we will not deplore thee,
  Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
  And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom.

Thou art gone to the grave—we no longer...

“Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie” Allan Cunningham 1804 English

Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie,
  By that pretty white hand o’ thine,
And by a’ the lowing stars in heaven,
  That thou wad aye be mine!
And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie,
  And by that kind heart o’ thine,
By a’ the stars sown thick owre...

“Three years she grew” William Wordsworth 1790 English

Three years she grew in sun and shower;
Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower
  On earth was never sown:
This child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
  A lady of my own.

“Myself will to my darling be
Both law and...

“Thy braes were bonny” John Logan 1768 English

Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream!
  When first on them I met my lover;
Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream!
  When now thy waves his body cover.

Forever now, O Yarrow stream!
  Thou art to me a stream of sorrow;
For never on thy banks shall I...

“Till death us part” Arthur Penrhyn Stanley English

      “TILL death us part,”
      Thus speaks the heart
When each to each repeats the words of doom;
      For better and for worse,
      Through blessing and through curse,
We shall be one, till life’s last hour shall come.

      Life with its...

“Times go by turns” Robert Southwell 1581 English

The Lopped tree in time may grow again;
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;
The sorest wight may find release of pain,
The driest soil suck in some moist’ning shower;
Times go by turns and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better...

“To heaven approached a Sufi Saint” Jalal ad-Din Rumi 1227 English

From the Persian by William R. Alger

TO heaven approached a Sufi Saint,
  From groping in the darkness late,
And, tapping timidly and faint,
  Besought admission at God’s gate.

Said God, “Who seeks to enter here?”
  “’T is I, dear Friend,” the...

“Too late I stayed” William Robert Spencer English

Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime!
  Unheeded flew the hours:
How noiseless falls the foot of Time
  That only treads on flowers!

And who, with clear account, remarks
  The ebbings of this glass,
When all its sands are diamond sparks,...

“Under the shade of the trees” Margaret Junkin Preston English

   [The last words of Stonewall Jackson 1 were: “Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.”]

WHAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast?
  What is the mystical vision he sees?
—“Let us pass over the river, and rest
  Under the shade of...