All Poems
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Pleasure's Signs
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's a bump on his brow and a smear on his cheek
That is plainly the stain of his tears;
Wings
© Katharine Lee Bates
GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipped and rose
Where tossing crests like Alpine snows
The Oath
© Allen Tate
It was near evening, the room was cold
Half dark; Uncle Ben's brass bullet-mould
Winter Evening
© Georg Trakl
When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell…
For so many has the table
Been prepared, the house set in order.
The Lady To Her Guitar
© Emily Jane Brontë
For him who struck thy foreign string,
I ween this heart has ceased to care;
Then why dost thou such feelings bring
To my sad spirit-old Guitar?
A Plea For Our Northern Winters
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye
That robed thee in sweet summer-time, and gladdened heart and eye,
Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet?
Ode To Georgiana, Duchess Of Devonshire, On The Twenty-Fourth Stanza In Her 'Passage Over Mount Goth
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'And hail the chapel! hail the platform wild
Where Tell directed the avenging dart,
With well-strung arm, that first preserved his child,
Then aimed the arrow at the tyrant's heart.'
On Winter
© George Moses Horton
When smiling Summer's charms are past,
The voice of music dies;
Then Winter pours his chilling blast
From rough inclement skies.
An April Birthday--At Sea
© James Russell Lowell
On this wild waste, where never blossom came,
Save the white wind-flower to the billow's cap,
Or those pale disks of momentary flame,
Loose petals dropped from Dian's careless lap,
What far fetched influence all my fancy fills,
With singing birds and dancing daffodils?
The Song Of Hiawatha III: Hiawatha's Childhood
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Downward through the evening twilight,
In the days that are forgotten,
"Sigh On, Sad Heart, for Love's Eclipse"
© Thomas Hood
Sigh on, sad heart, for Love's eclipse
And Beauty's fairest queen,
Though 'tis not for my peasant lips
To soil her name between:
Confusion
© Kenneth Rexroth
I pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn,
The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part IV.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,
And all was silent in the Wilderness;
In trance of stillness Nature heard her God
Rebuilding her spent fires, and veil'd her face
While the Great Worker brooded o'er His work.
Ballade Of The Bookworm
© Andrew Lang
Fate, that art Queen by shore and sea,
We bow submissive to thy will,
Ah grant, by some benign decree,
The Books I loved--to love them still.
Sonnet. "Thou art to me like one, who in a dream"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou art to me like one, who in a dream
Of pleasant fancies is borne sleeping by
Error And Loss
© William Morris
Upon an eve I sat me down and wept,
Because the world to me seemed nowise good;
Pillbox
© Edmund Blunden
Just see whats happening Worley! Worley rose
And round the angled doorway thrust his nose
