Art Poems (5300 Poems)
Morning (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ROSAMONDE. WILD midst the teeming buds of opening May, Breaking large branches from the flow’ry thorn, O’er the fern’d hills see ROSAMONDA stray, Scattering the pearls which the gay leaves adorn! Her ringlets o’er her temples play, Flush’d with the … Continue reading
The Penitent’s Return (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
My father’s house once more,In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,Broods, never marked before! Is it the brooding night?Is it the shivery creeping on the air,That makes the home, so tranquil and so fair,O’erwhelming to … Continue reading
Giving And Forgiving (Freeman Edwin Miller Poems)
‘Tis not by selfish miser’s greed The great rewards of love are given; ‘Tis not the cynic’s haughty creed Which gladly makes this world a heaven; But tender word and loving deed Increase the angel joys of … Continue reading
The Worshippers (Abner Cosens Poems)
Wo Sing was just a heathen blind, A dull insensate clod, Yet somehow to his darkened mind, There came a thought of God. He shaped an idol out of clay, And to … Continue reading
To The Lord Falkland (Abraham Cowley Poems)
FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS. Great is thy Charge, O North! be wise and just,England commits her Falkland to thy trust;Return him safe; Learning would rather chooseHer Bodley or her Vatican to lose:All things … Continue reading
Patience (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Poor heart, that wast so proud, how art thou tamed, Broken to harness in the teem of sorrow, Taking such … Continue reading
Painful Reflections When Sick (Christian Milne Poems)
WHY heave my sighs, and thus my tearsWhy do they flow so fast?Why swells my mind with former grief,And woes that long are past?Why has not time ere now eras’dReflections from my breast,That prove thus baneful to my ease,And break … Continue reading
On Buonaparte’s Coronation (Christian Milne Poems)
‘TIS painful to a Briton’s eyes,To see a tyrant in disguiseUsurping LOUIS ‘ throne;While Peers and Prelates round him crowd,And incense pour, ‘mid praises loud,To prop his brittle crown!Are his vile features drest in smiles,While in his breast ambition boils,Black … Continue reading
‘Mac’ (C J Dennis Poems)
In every little country place, all up and down the land,From ageing cradles of the race to Never-Never Land –From the towns about the cities to the little towns out back,There dwells a man of all trades; and he’s mostly … Continue reading
In the Cathedral Close (Edward Dowden Poems)
IN the Dean’s porch a nest of clay With five small tentants may be seen; Five solemn faces, each as wise As if its owner were a Dean. Five downy fledglings in a row, Packed close, as … Continue reading