Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Poems about bee (51 Poems)
Youth And Age (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Ye Carpette Knyghte (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse - Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn ...
In Hilly-Wood (John Clare Poem)
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
Memory (William Browne Poem)
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Passer-By, These Are Words (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
Cupid Caught Napping (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
Winter Stores (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
My Lady’s Grave (Emily Bronte Poems)
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
Song (Emily Bronte Poem)
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
The West Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
The Death of the Flowers (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
The Gladness of Nature (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
November (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
June (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
A Letter to a Live Poet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
A bee (Matsuo Basho Poem)
A bee staggers out of the peony. (Matsuo Basho)
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Thus the Mayne glideth (Robert Browning Poem)
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Popularity (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Summum Bonum (Robert Browning Poem)
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Women And Roses (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...