The Song Of May (James Avis Bartley Poems)
To mountains hoar and russet plain,A joyous sprite, I come again;With many a sweet and joyous strain,And break grim winter's ...
Poems about glads (21 Poems)
In The Woods And Meadows Green (Leuthold von Seven Poems)
In the woods and meadows green,May shines forth so pleasantly,That the lovely prospect thereJoy enough might bring to me:But I ...
Sigh Not for Love (Helen Hay Whitney Poems)
SIGH not for love,-the ways of love are dark! Sweet Child, hold up the hollow of your hand And catch the sparks ...
23 (Mary Wroth Poems)
The Sunne which glads, the earth at his bright sight,When in the morne he showes his golden face,And takes the ...
To Amanda – Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town (James Thomson Poems)
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,And to the rural hamlets fly;Behold! the wintry storms are gone;A gentle radiance glads the ...
To—- (James Avis Bartley Poems)
As some gay flow'ret brightly rears, Its head beside the pilgrim's way,And charms away his flowing tears, And glads him, with its ...
The Borough. Letter XII: Players (George Crabbe Poems)
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
The Dunciad: Book I. (Alexander Pope Poems)
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Shakespeare (Charles Harpur Poems)
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
The Prodigal Son (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
BENEATH a father's roof two brethren dwelt,And each domestic comfort truly felt;What farther pleasure could their souls require?The happy sons ...
The Dying Wife (Albert Pike Poems)
Dear husband, raise me in thine arms,-the hour is drawing nearWhen I must part with thee, and these our little ...
Glasgerion (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
Ode On An Evening View Of The Cresent At Bath (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Lo! where beside yon verdant plain Sweet Avon winds his way, And smiling laves thy rich demain, Sir Peter Rivers ...
The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop (George Meredith Poems)
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; And like a ...
The Flower Of The Tropics (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waistOf the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,Which heave with ...
The Roman Philosopher To The Christian Priests (Constance Naden Poems)
WELL have ye spoken, but the words ye said Stir in my constant soul nor love, nor rage; Through you ...
And Does She Still Perceive (Christopher Brennan Poems)
And does she still perceive, her curtain drawn, white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish'd with the untold approach of ...
Venice (Eliza Acton Poems)
Tis ev'ning now! —the vesper-starWith smiles of beauty glads the sky,And breathings from the light guitar,Are blending with the minstrel's ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
313. Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots (Robert Burns Poems)
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
Oh, Could We Do With This World of Ours (Thomas Moore Poems)
Oh, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and ...