Poetry

Childhood By  Victor Hugo The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed,     With anguish moaned, — fair Form pain should possess not…

Barrack-Room Ballads By  Rudyard Kipling When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,     He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An'…

The Lake Isle of Innisfree By William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay …

The White Birds By William Butler Yeats I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of th…

Stratford By  James McIntyre Our Canadian county Perth, Commemorates great bard of earth, Stratford and Avon both are here, And they enshrine the nam…

The Answer By  Frank Oliver Call Why do I lie upon the ground And listen to the silver sound Of water flowing from a spring? It sings a song I cannot…

Revelation By  Robert Lee Frost We make ourselves a place apart     Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated heart     Till some…

Farmer Jack By  C. J. Dennis Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,     And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it's nearly seven feet —  …

Montgomery’s Peggy By  Robert Burns (I) Altho’ my bed were in yon muir,     Amang the heather, in my plaidie, Yet happy, happy would I be,     Had I …

ANGEL By  Duncan Campbell Scott Come to me when grief is over,     When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover     Close their burning skies.…

Verses to a Young Lady By  Robert Burns Here, where the Scottish muse immortal lives,     In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join’d, Accept the gi…

The Panther By Rainer Maria Rilke His weary glance, from passing by the bars, Has grown into a dazed and vacant stare; It seems to him…

Exclusion By  Emily Dickinson The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the c…

Girl's Song By  William Butler Yeats I went out alone To sing a song or two, My fancy on a man, And you know who. Another came in sight That on a…

St. John By  Victor Hugo One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime     At Patmos who aye dreamed, And tremblingly perused, without the vast …

The Sorrow of Love By William Butler Yeats The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all t…

In April By Rainer Maria Rilke Again the woods are odorous, the lark Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray That hung above the tree-…

Then, Most, I Smile By  Victor Hugo Late it is to look so proud,     Daisy queen! come is the gloom Of the winter-burdened cloud! —      "But, i…

The Quiet Rural Church By  Victor Hugo It was a humble church, with arches low,     The church we entered there, Where many a weary soul since long a…