Church Monuments (George Herbert Poem)
While that my soul repairs to her devotion, Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes May take acquaintance of ...
Poems about betimes (27 Poems)
To An Athlete Dying Young (A. E. Housman Poem)
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, ...
The Pleasure of Princes (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
What pleasures have great princes? These: to know Themselves reputed mad with pride or power; To speak few words -- ...
TO HIS SWEET SAVIOUR (Robert Herrick Poem)
Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep; And Time seems then not for to fly, but creep; Slowly ...
THE COUNTRY SCHOOLMASTER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
ANOTHER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
Go! obedient to my call, Turn to profit thy young days, Wiser make betimes thy breast In Fate's balance as ...
THE WALKING BELL (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A CHILD refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes On Sundays ...
THE MAID OF THE MILL’S TREACHERY. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily, ...
THE GERMAN PARNASSUS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Two idylls from bion the smyrnean (Eugene Field Poem)
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
Pan liveth (Eugene Field Poem)
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
To Edward Jenkinson, Esq (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
A Loafer (John Davidson Poem)
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
One of the ones that Midas touched (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
An Essay On Criticism (Alexander Pope Poems)
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Greenland’s Icy Mountains (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand, And wondrously created by the Almighty's command; And the works of the Almighty ...
William Jones (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me, Needing a name from my books; Once in a while ...
The Song Of The Derelict (John McCrae Poems)
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
Sonnet 21 (John Milton Poems)
XXI Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause Pronounced and in his volumes ...
Russian Sonia (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I, born in Weimar Of a mother who was French And German father, a most learned professor, Orphaned at fourteen ...
Paradise Lost: Book 03 (John Milton Poems)
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Sonnet 18 (John Milton Poems)
XVIII Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause Pronounc't and in his volumes ...