Art Poems (5300 Poems)
Remonstrance (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
Bless the dear old verdant land,Brother, wert thou born of it?As thy shadow life doth stand,Twining round its rosy band,Did an Irish mother’s handGuide thee in the morn of it?Did thy father’s soft commandTeach thee love or scorn of it? … Continue reading
Motherly Emotions (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)
A mother came passing by my door, Her son was near by my side; “Howdy mama” was her son’s adore, “Howdy my son” she replied. And as I gazed upon that mother, The tears rushed to my eyes; My heart’s … Continue reading
Mysteries (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
WHAT art thou, and what hidest thou, Thou veil of fair material sense, So thin, of baffling permanence? What art thou, and what hidest thou, Thick curtain, viewless to my sight, But shutting me from power and light? Grey clouds … Continue reading
Ars Longa (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Ars Longa[A Song of Pilgrimage] Our hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles,Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vassals;Your dream, forsooth, of buoyant youth, Most ready to deceive is;But age will … Continue reading
The Dying Poet (Cale Young Rice Poems)
Swing in thy splendour, O silent sun, Drawing my heart with thee over the west! Done is its day as thy day is done, Fallen its quest! Swoon into purple … Continue reading
The Statue Of The Dying Gladiator (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
“COMMANDING pow’r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving line the polish’d form, And only want Promethean fire to warm ;- Sculpture, exult! thy triumph proudly see, The Roman … Continue reading
The Lost Bells (Frances Ellen Watkins Poems)
Year after year the artist wrought With earnest, loving care, The music flooding all his soul To pour upon the air. For this no metal was too rare, He counted not the cost; Nor deemed the years in which he … Continue reading
Love (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
Canst thou love me, lady? I’ve not learn’d to woo: Thou art on the shady Side of sixty too. Still I love thee dearly! … Continue reading
The Holy Communion (George Herbert Poems)
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To me dost now thyself convey;For so thou should’st without me … Continue reading
Songs of the Winter Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
I. Back shining from the pane, the fireSeems outside in the snow:So love set free from love’s desireLights grief of long ago. The dark is thinned with snow-sheen fine,The earth bedecked with moon;Out on the worlds we surely shineMore radiant … Continue reading