Fidelity (Jared Barhite Poems)
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
Poems about harvest-moon (13 Poems)
Mabel Martin (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
The Old-Fashioned Garden (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
The New Year (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THE wave is breaking on the shore,The echo fading from the chime;Again the shadow moveth o'erThe dial-plate of time!O seer-seen ...
Lines Written on Oak Island, Killarney (John Wilson Poems)
Far in the heart of Island-solitudeOur tent was pitched, beneath a grove of oaks.A scene more solemn never hermit choseFor ...
Fragment IX (James Macpherson Poems)
Thou askest, fair daughter of theisles! whose memory is preservedin these tombs? The memory of Ronnanthe bold, and Connan the ...
The Leaf-Cricket (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
ISmall twilight singerOf dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer wingerOf dusk's dim glimmer,How chill thy note sounds; how thy wings ...
Off Scarborough (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(SEPTEMBER, 1779)I"Have a care!" the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that layOff the frigate's yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay,While ...
Vestigia Retrorsum (George Henry Boker Poems)
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
A Seaside Idyl (Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard Poems)
I wandered to the shore, nor knew I thenWhat my desire,—whether for wild lament,Or sweet regret, to fill the idle ...
September (George Arnold Poems)
Sweet is the voice that callsFrom babbling waterfallsIn meadows where the downy seeds are flying;And soft the breezes blowAnd eddying ...
Aere Perennius (Charles Hanson Towne Poems)
As long as the stars of GodHang steadfast in the sky,And the blossoms 'neath the sodAwake when Spring is nigh;As ...
On A Ruined house In A Romantic Country (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...