Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
“There was a young lady of Niger” Anonymous

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 was a small boy of Quebec” Rudyard Kipling

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 little girl” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1827

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 is such power” Arlo Bates

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 is no death” J. L. McCreery

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 a garden in her face” Anonymous

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...

“The world is too much with us” William Wordsworth 1790

THE World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be...

“The Unillumined Verge” Robert Bridges 1864

To a Friend Dying
THEY tell you that Death ’s at the turn of the road,
  That under the shade of a cypress you ’ll find him,
And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad
  Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him.

I can walk with you up to the...

“The Snowing of the Pines” Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Softer than silence, stiller than still air
Float down from high pine-boughs the slender leaves.
The forest floor its annual boon receives
That comes like snowfall, tireless, tranquil, fair.
Gently they glide, gently they clothe the bare
Old rocks with...

“The might of one fair face” Michaelangelo

From the Italian by John Edward Taylor
THE MIGHT of one fair face sublimes my love,
For it hath weaned my heart from low desires;
Nor death I heed, nor purgatorial fires.
Thy beauty, antepast of joys above,
Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve;...

“The midges dance aboon the burn” Robert Tannahill 1794

The Midges dance aboon the burn;
  The dews begin to fa’;
The pairtricks down the rushy holm
  Set up their e’ening ca’.
Now loud and clear the blackbird’s sang
  Rings through the briery shaw,
While, flitting gay, the swallows play

“The men behind the guns” John Jerome Rooney

[The Spanish-American War, 1898]
A CHEER and salute for the Admiral, and here ’s to the Captain bold,
And never forget the Commodore’s debt when the deeds of might are told!
They stand to the deck through the battle’s wreck when the great shells roar and screech—

“The Man with the Hoe”: a Reply John Vance Cheney

   “Let us a little permit Nature to take her own way: she better understands her own affairs than we.”
—MONTAIGNE, Of Experience.    

NATURE reads not our labels, “great” and “small”;
Accepts she one and all

Who, striving, win and hold the vacant place;...

“The Man with the Hoe” Edwin Markham

Written after Seeing Millet’s World-Famous Painting
 “God made man in His own image,
  In the image of God made He him.”
—GENESIS. i. 27.    

BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in...

“The lonely bugle grieves” Grenville Mellen

From an “Ode on the Celebration of the Battle of Bunker Hill, June 17, 1825”

      THE TRUMP hath blown,
    And now upon that reeking hill
Slaughter rides screaming on the vengeful ball;
    While with terrific signal shrill,
The vultures from their...

“The hills were made for freedom” William Goldsmith Brown 1832

When freedom from her home was driven,
  ’Mid vine-clad vales of Switzerland,
She sought the glorious Alps of heaven,
And there, ’mid cliffs by lightnings riven,
  Gathered her hero-band.

And still outrings her freedom-song,
  Amid the glaciers...

“The harp that once through Tara’s Halls” Thomas Moore 1799

The Harp that once through Tara’s halls
  The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls
  As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
  So glory’s thrill is o’er,
And hearts that once beat high for praise

“The green grass under the snow” Annie A. Preston

The Work of the sun is slow,
But as sure as heaven, we know;
    So we ’ll not forget,
    When the skies are wet,
There ’s green grass under the snow.

When the winds of winter blow,
Wailing like voices of woe,
    There are April showers...

“The forward violet thus did I chide” William Shakespeare 1584

Sonnet Xcix.
the FORWARD violet thus did I chide:—
Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love’s breath? the purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells,
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed....

“The fairest thing in mortal eyes” Charles, Duke of Orléans

From the French by Henry Francis Cary
Addressed to his deceased wife, who died in childbed at the age of twenty-two

TO make my lady’s obsequies
  My love a minster wrought,
And, in the chantry, service there
  Was sung by doleful thought;
The tapers...