Poetry Catalog

The God of Love--ah, benedicite! How mighty and how great a Lord is he! For he of low hearts can make high, of high He can make low, and unto death bring nigh; And hard hearts he can make them kind and free. Within a little time, as hath been found, He can make sick folk whole and fresh and sound: Them who are whole in body and in mind, He can make sick,--bind can he and … [Read more...] about The Cuckoo And The Nightingale (From Chaucer), By: William Wordsworth

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love,Glories of evening, as ye there are seenWith but a span of sky betweenSpeak one of you, my doubts remove,Which is the attendant Page and which the Queen? … [Read more...] about The Crescent-Moon, The Star Of Love, By: William Wordsworth

The days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There’s nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy … [Read more...] about The Cottager To Her Infant, By: William Wordsworth

It wasn't always like this,words sharp as daggers,thrown with force,maximum impact,and only in the recounting,was the cost ever measured,the loss actuarially realised. It wasn't always like this,joy in hearing your voice lilting in the morning,sunrise the pleasure that life meant it to be,a kiss and a hug the measure of that satisfaction,all of this comes slowly back to … [Read more...] about Accounting, By: Reid Moule

I Within her gilded cage confined,I saw a dazzling Belle,A Parrot of that famous kindWhose name is NON-PAREIL. Like beads of glossy jet her eyes;And, smoothed by Nature's skill,With pearl or gleaming agate viesHer finely-curved bill. Her plumy mantle's living huesIn mass opposed to mass,Outshine the splendour that imbuesThe robes of pictured glass. And, sooth to … [Read more...] about The Contrast – The Parrot And The Wren, By: William Wordsworth