If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d (John Keats Poems)
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained ...
Poems about garlands (31 Poems)
Ode On A Grecian Urn (John Keats Poem)
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
Piccolo Valzer Viennese (Ben Jonson Poem)
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
An Elegy (Ben Jonson Poem)
THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the world can ...
London Voluntaries IV: Out of the Poisonous East (William Ernest Henley Poem)
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
The Poet (Hermann Hesse Poem)
Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, ...
The Collar (George Herbert Poem)
I struck the board, and cried "No more! I will abroad. What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines ...
For the Moore Centennial Celebration (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
The Boys (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. ...
TO MISTRESS KATHARINE BRADSHAW, THE LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH LAUREL (Robert Herrick Poem)
My Muse in meads has spent her many hours Sitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers, To make for others ...
THE MAYPOLE (Robert Herrick Poem)
The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those ...
THE COUNTRY LIFE: (Robert Herrick Poem)
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
images of snow – february 1996 (Rg Gregory Poem)
snow is a thousand flowers the chinese probably said hundreds and thousands this morning drop their garlands on my head ...
A Song of Autumn (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
'WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow ...
IDYLL. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
THE FAREWELL. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
LET mine eye the farewell say, That my lips can utter ne'er; Fain I'd ...
Changing the Seasons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The colors replaced the browns, the yellows, the autumn, earthy harvest decorations giving way, changing to the greens and reds, ...
Horace iii. 13 (Eugene Field Poem)
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A ...
The Shepherd And The Calm (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Echoes From the Greek Mythology (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I - STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that ...
To Dan (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
STEP me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Wood Rides (John Clare Poem)
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa (Lord Byron Poem)
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of ...