Solitude Poems (866 Poems)
An Old-Year Song (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
As through the forest, disarrayedBy chill November, late I strayed,A lonely minstrel of the woodWas singing to the solitudeI loved thy music, thus I said,When o’er thy perch the leaves were spreadSweet was thy song, but sweeter nowThy carol on … Continue reading
The Saxon Legend Of Language (Mary Weston Fordham Poems)
The earth was young, the world was fair,And balmy breezes filled the air,Nature reposed in solitude,When God pronounced it “very good.” The snow-capped mountain reared its head,The deep, dark forests widely spread,O’er pebbly shores the stream did playOn glad creation’s … Continue reading
To A Little Girl (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
AGED THREE YEARS AND A HALF Deep in thy round blue eyesAsleep thy spirit lies,Or half-awake and wanton in its play,As are the thoughts of thoseWho dally with repose,Dreaming at noon the summer-hours away.To thee each sight or soundOf life’s … Continue reading
Pax Vobiscum (Thomas Bracken Poems)
IN a forest, far away,One small creeklet, day by day,Murmurs only this sad lay:‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ One old box-tree bends his head,One broad wattle shades her bed,One lone magpie mourns the dead:‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ Echoes come … Continue reading
John IV. 24. (Mary Anne Browne Poems)
God is a Spirit; and they that worship him, must worship Him in spirit and in truth. WHERE shall we worship Thee,Great God of Majesty,Unto what region shall we turn our feet?From what most lovely spot,Temple, or grove, or grot,Shall … Continue reading
Easter Morn (Mary Baker Eddy Poems)
Gently thou beckonest from the giant hills The new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills– O gladsome dayspring! ‘reft of mortal sigh To glorify all time–eternity– With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty. E’en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God, Give … Continue reading
The Fossil Elephant (Mary Botham Howitt Poems)
The earth is old! Six thousand ears,Are gone since I had birth;In the forests of the olden time,And the solitude’s of earth. We were a race of mighty things;The world was all our own.I dwelt with the Mammoth large and … Continue reading
The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A DREAR and desolate shore!Where no tree unfolds its leaves,And never the spring wind weavesGreen grass for the hunter’s tread;A land forsaken and dead,Where the ghostly icebergs goAnd come with the ebb and flowOf the waters of Bradore! A wanderer, … Continue reading
Standing-Stone Creek (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
A weed-grown slope, whereon the rain Has washed the brown rocks bare, Leads tangled from a lonely lane Down to a creek’s broad stair Of stone, that, through the solitude, Winds onward to a quiet wood. An intermittent roof of shade The beech above it throws; Along … Continue reading
Hymn On Solitude (James Thomson Poems)
Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,Companion of the wise and good,But from whose holy piercing eyeThe herd of fools and villains fly. Oh! how I love with thee to walk,And listen to thy whispered talk,Which innocence and truth imparts,And melts the most … Continue reading