Home poems
/ page 192 of 465 /
Italy : 46. Sorrento
© Samuel Rogers
He who sets sail from Naples, when the wind
Blows fragrance from Posilipo, may soon,
Crossing from side to side that beautiful lake,
Land underneath the cliff, where once among
Two Pictures
© Anonymous
One was a child of beauty rare
With a cherub face and golden hair;
The lovely look whose radiant eyes
Filled the soul with thoughts of Paradise.
Sonnet IV
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Peace is happiness, but war is our plight
Under the heavens. He - prince of the night,
Severe captain- and the World's vanity
Work for our corruption diligently.
Breitmann In Rome
© Charles Godfrey Leland
DERE'S lighds oopon de Appian,
Dey shine de road entlang;
Und from ein hundert tombs dere brumms
A wild Lateinisch song;
Evensong
© Ada Cambridge
The sun has set; grey shadows darken slowly
The rose-red cloud-hills that were bathed in light
O Lord, to Thee, with spirit meek and lowly,
I kneel in prayer to-night.
God permit industrious angels
© Emily Dickinson
God permit industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, - forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.
On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LITTLE the present careth for the past,
Too little'tis not well!
For careless ones we dwell
Beneath the mighty shadow it has cast.
Homer's Hymn To Venus
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,
Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight
Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings
Of Heaven, and men, and all the living things
Song of the Old Bullock-Driver
© Henry Lawson
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble
In long single file neath the evergreen tree,
I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
© Emily Jane Brontë
I see around me tombstones grey
Stretching their shadows far away.
To The Castle Ramparts
© William Michael Rossetti
Great clouds were arched abroad
Like angels' wings; returning beneath which,
I lingered homewards. All their forms had merged
And loosened when my walk was ended; and,
While yet I saw the sun a perfect disc,
There was the moon beginning in the sky.
Paddy's Letter, 1857
© Anonymous
I've had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better,
But now I have somebody's luck and my own,
For I stooped in the street and I picked up a letter,
Which some one had written to send away home.
Babyhood
© James Whitcomb Riley
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger:
Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray;
Take this eager hand of mine and lead me by the finger
Back to the Lotus lands of the far-away.
Don Juan: Canto The Fifth
© George Gordon Byron
When amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
Never Mind
© Charles Harpur
My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,
This alone our proud love should beget and command:
There's noon in thy broad breast for Manhood's full stature,
And honest Endeavour's a lord in the land.
A Song Of Trafalgar
© Edith Nesbit
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star,
War gleams down the long years' track;
