Morning Poems (4608 Poems)
The Drovers (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THROUGH heat and cold, and shower and sun,Still onward cheerly driving!There’s life alone in duty done,And rest alone in striving.But see! the day is closing cool,The woods are dim before us;The white fog of the wayside poolIs creeping slowly o’er … Continue reading
Valerie’s Confession. To A Friend. (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THEY declare that I’m gracefully pretty,The very best waltzer that whirls;They say I am sparkling and witty,The pearl, the queen rose-bud of girls.But, alas for the popular blindness!Its judgment, though folly, can hurt:Since my heart, that runs over with kindness,It … Continue reading
A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags (William Wordsworth Poems)
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,A rude and natural causeway, interposedBetween the water and a winding slopeOf copse and thicket, leaves the eastern shoreOf Grasmere safe in its own privacy:And there myself and two beloved Friends,One calm September … Continue reading
The Hoosier Folk-Child (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The Hoosier Folk-Child–all unsung– Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested–made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school–unvexed Of law or creed–all unperplexed– Unsermoned, aye, and undefiled, An all imperfect-perfect child– A type which (Heaven forgive us!) you And I do tardy honor to, And so, profane … Continue reading
Honeymooning (John O Brien Poems)
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city’s dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two days old, and very awkward as they wander straight ahead,Much too careful lest the people should suspect them country-bred.He’s a … Continue reading
Creation Light (James Madison Bell Poems)
Deep in the unrecorded past, There was an age of darkness vast,And boundless as the realms of space. An age that held, in its embraceAnd in an embryotic state, All worlds and systems, small and great. An inorganic age, a night In which no … Continue reading
Christmas Creek (Henry Kendall Poems)
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre — groves of shadows deep and cool!Yea, some devil ran before them changing skies of brass to blue,Setting bloom where … Continue reading
Ode XII: On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In the Country (Mark Akenside Poems)
I.Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder’s hill,Once more i seek, a languid guest:With throbbing temples and with burden’d breastOnce more i climb thy steep aerial way.O faithful cure of oft-returning ill,Now call thy sprightly breezes round,Dissolve this rigid cough profound,And bid … Continue reading
War Diary (Miklos Radnoti Poems)
1. Monday Evening You see, now fear often fingers your heart,and at times the world seems only distant news;the old trees guard your childhood for youas an ever more ancient memory. Between suspicious mornings and foreboding nightsyou have lived half … Continue reading
Dungog (Henry Kendall Poems)
HERE, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day,‘Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away! I would not ask you, friends, to brook An old, old truth from me,If I could shut a Poet’s book Which haunts me like … Continue reading