The Convent Gardener Of Lamporechio (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
Poems about seeks (51 Poems)
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
The Owl Describing her Young Ones (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Song (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
The nymph in vain bestows her pains That seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns; In vain are charms, or smiles, ...
Initial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Stand Fast! (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- With plain inspecting face -- "Did you" or "Did you not," to ...
The inundation of the Spring (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul -- It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole -- ...
One crown that no one seeks (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One crown that no one seeks And yet the highest head Its isolation coveted Its stigma deified While Pontius Pilate ...
Talk to me of love (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
To Kathleen, after Neruda (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
The Satrapy (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
What a misfortune, although you are made for fine and great works this unjust fate of yours always denies you ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
The Hidden Life (William Cowper Poem)
To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task! Nor less to praise Him when He grants ...
The Task: Book VI, The Winter Walk at Noon (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Ephraim Repenting (William Cowper Poem)
(Jeremiah, xxxi. 18-20) My God, till I received Thy stroke, How like a beast was I! So unaccustom'd to the ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Simon the Cyrenian Speaks (Countee Cullen Poem)
He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name; He never gave a sign to me, ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
ABOUT LOVE FOR BARBARIANS (Luis Benitez Poem)
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
A Welcome (William Browne Poem)
WELCOME, welcome! do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...