The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
Poems about spend (50 Poems)
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 Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
The Twelve (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Sonnet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Tiare Tahiti (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Rupert Brooke – Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
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 ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Popularity (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Song (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught---speak truth---above ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Love In A Life (Robert Browning Poem)
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
Any Wife To Any Husband (Robert Browning Poem)
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
430. Song-Dainty Davie (Robert Burns Poem)
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
168. Boat Song-Hey, Ca’ Thro’ (Robert Burns Poems)
UP wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' ...
193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit (Robert Burns Poem)
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
184. Song-The Birks of Aberfeldy (Robert Burns Poem)
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
377. Song-The Country Lass (Robert Burns Poem)
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the ...