Poems about unbidden (21 Poems)
A Fairy Tale (Amy Lowell Poem)
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before our eyes We saw the vaulted hall of traceried stone Uprear itself, the distant ceiling hung With pendent stalactites like … Continue reading
Blackberry Eating (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among … Continue reading
The Plea of the Simla Dancers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; – The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for their fate. But these tear-besprinkled pages Shall attest to future ages That we cried against the crime of it – … Continue reading
The Iron Gate (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many a joyous meeting In days long vanished,– is he still the same, Or changed by years, forgotten and forgetting, Dull-eared, … Continue reading
Crime and Punishment chapter XII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, “Speak to us of Crime and Punishment.” And he answered saying: It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind, That you, alone and unguarded, commit a … Continue reading
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,– On mountain heights, In woodlands dim with many a dream, In valleys bright with springs, And on the curving capes … Continue reading
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone Far away from heart and eye and for … Continue reading
XIV. On a Distant View of England. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o’er the wave, and their proud summits rear To meet the beams of morn) my beating heart, With eager hope, and filial transport … Continue reading
Past Days (Anne Bronte Poem)
‘Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the heart, And frequent smiles unbidden came, And tears of grief would only flow In sympathy for others’ woe; When speech … Continue reading
Lines Written From Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders round With wild and melancholy moan; There is a friendly roof, I know, Might shield me from the wintry blast; … Continue reading