English poetry

Poems in English

In Memory

I Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, […]

Queen Elizabeth Speaks

My hands were stained with blood, my heart was Proud and cold, My soul is black with shame. . . […]

The Visitation

(For Louise Imogen Guiney) There is a wall of flesh before the eyes Of John, who yet perceives and hails […]

Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J

Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, […]

The Cathedral of Rheims

(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves […]

The Singing Girl

(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.) There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang […]

Delicatessen

Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man’s affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who […]

Stars

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands […]

Gates and Doors

(For Richardson Little Wright) There was a gentle hostler (And blessed be his name!) He opened up the stable The […]

Love’s Lantern

(For Aline) Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my […]

Waverley

1814-1914 When, on a novel’s newly printed page We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, And read of ways that […]

The White Ships and the Red

(For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside […]

Multiplication

(For S. M. E.) I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well; I look my last […]

The New School

(For My Mother) The halls that were loud with the merry tread of Young and careless feet Are still with […]

Folly

(For A. K. K.) What distant mountains thrill and glow Beneath our Lady Folly’s tread? Why has she left us, […]

The Rosary

Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings Shall all men praise the Master of all song. Our life […]

In Memory of Rupert Brooke

In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, […]

Main Street

(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it […]

Martin

When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen […]

St. Laurence

Within the broken Vatican The murdered Pope is lying dead. The soldiers of Valerian Their evil hands are wet and […]

Old Poets

(For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent […]

The Annunciation

(For Helen Parry Eden) “Hail Mary, full of grace,” the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; […]

Alarm Clocks

When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering […]

The Fourth Shepherd

(For Thomas Walsh) I On nights like this the huddled sheep Are like white clouds upon the grass, And merry […]

Kings

(For the Rev. James B. Dollard) The Kings of the earth are men of might, And cities are burned for […]

Dave Lilly

There’s a brook on the side of Greylock that used To be full of trout, But there’s nothing there now […]

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