The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius – Book II. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Of chance or change O let not man complain,Else shall he never never cease to wail:For, from the imperial dome, ...
Poems about forgoes (13 Poems)
Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. II. (Magic – Man) (Henry Baker Poems)
Magic Power.See Circe. Enchantress.Charms ev'n from Heav'n can conjure down the Moon:Circe with Charms Ulysses' Mates transform'd:In Meadows the cold ...
The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
Bacchanalia or The New Age (Matthew Arnold Poems)
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
The Shepherds Calendar – November (John Clare Poems)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
Dream Song 7: ‘The Prisoner of Shark Island’ with Paul Muni (John Berryman Poems)
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembersMr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo,& the race in Ben Hur,—The Lost World, with ...
Yarra Glen (C J Dennis Poems)
Where the Yarra dreams along, Now in shadow, now in sun,Murmuring a drowsy song, Here she rests, the placid one.Here ...
Grey Hours: Naples (Arthur Symons Poems)
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fadeTo an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Dream Song 7: ‘The Prisoner of Shark Island’ with Paul Muni (John Berryman Poems)
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
Bacchanalia (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
The Hymn (John Milton Poems)
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity (John Milton Poems)
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...