Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
The Dust Gertrude Hall English

It settles softly on your things,
  Impalpable, fine, light, dull, gray:
Her dingy dust-clout Betty brings,
  And singing brushes it away:

And it ’s a queen’s robe, once so proud,
  And it ’s the moths fed in its fold,
It ’s leaves, and roses,...

The Dust behind I strove to join

The Dust behind I strove to join

Unto the Disk before —

But Sequence ravelled out of Sound

Like Balls upon a Floor —

The Duties of an Aide-de-Camp English

Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious,

The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various,

So listen, whilst I tell in song

The duties of an aide-de-cong.


Whatsoever betide

To the Governor's...

The duties of the Wind are few, English

The duties of the Wind are few,

To cast the ships, at Sea,

Establish March, the Floods escort,

And usher Liberty.


The pleasures of the Wind are broad,

To dwell Extent among,

Remain, or wander,
...

The Dying Christian to His Soul Alexander Pope 1708 English

Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!

Hark! they whisper; angels say,
...

The Dying Christian to his Soul English

VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

  Quit, O quit this mortal frame:

  Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,

  O the pain, the bliss of dying!

Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish...

The Dying need but little, Dear, English

The Dying need but little, Dear,

A Glass of Water's all,

A Flower's unobtrusive Face

To punctuate the Wall,


A Fan, perhaps, a Friend's Regret

And Certainty that one

No color in the Rainbow
...

The Dying Swan Alfred, Lord Tennyson English

I.
the Plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Wide, wild and open to the air,
Which had built up everywhere
  An under-roof of doleful gray.
With an inner voice the river ran,
Adown it floated a dying swan,
  And loudly did lament.
It was...

The dying sycamores

        A beauty like young womanhood's

            Upon the green earth lies,

        And June's sweet smile hath waked again

            All summer's harmonies.

 

        The insects hum their dreamy song,
...

The Eagle Alfred, Lord Tennyson English

A Fragment
HE clasps the crag with hookèd hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

The Eagle of the Blue Herman Melville English

Aloft he guards the starry folds
  Who is the brother of the star;
The bird whose joy is in the wind
  Exulteth in the war.

No painted plume—a sober hue,
  His beauty is his power;
That eager calm of gaze intent
  Foresees the Sibyl’s...

The Eagle's Fall Charles Goodrich Whiting English

  the eagle, did ye see him fall?—
    Aflight beyond mid-air
Erewhile his mighty pinions bore him,
His eyry left, the sun before him;
    And not a bird could dare
To match with that tremendous motion,
Through fire and flood, ’twixt sky and ocean...

The Earl o’ Quarterdeck George MacDonald 1844 English

A New Old Ballad
THE WIND it blew, and the ship it flew;
  And it was “Hey for hame!
And ho for hame!” But the skipper cried,
  “Haud her oot o’er the saut sea faem.”

Then up and spoke the King himsel’:
  “Haud on for Dumferline!”
Quo the...

The Early Primrose Henry Kirke White English

Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire,
Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
        Was nursed in whirling storms
        And cradled in the winds;

Thee, when young Spring first questioned Winter’s sway,
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,...

The Earth Ralph Waldo Emerson 1823 English

Our eyeless bark sails free,
  Though with boom and spar
Andes, Alp, or Himmalee
  Strikes never moon or star.

The earth has many keys,
The earth to the sun

            Oh Sun! oh glorious Sun!

        The spell of winter binds me strong and dread

        In the dark sleep, the coldness of the dead;

            And song and beauty from thy haunts are gone.

 

            ...

The Eclipse of Faith Theodore Dwight Woolsey English

The shapes that frowned before the eyes
  Of the early world have fled,
And all the life of earth and skies,
  Of streams and seas, is dead.

Forgotten is the Titan’s fame,
  The dread Chimæra now
Is but a mild innocuous flame
  Upon a...

The Ecstasy John Donne 1624 Love

Where, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented
By a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes...

The Ecstasy English

WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest

The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.

...