Solitude Poems (866 Poems)
Hymns To The Gods – No. 6 (Albert Pike Poems)
TO APOLLON. Bright-haired Apollon! Thou that ever art A blessing to the world! whose generous heart Aye overflows with love and light and life! Thou, at whose glance all things on earth are rife With happiness! to whom, in early … Continue reading
The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! Anon There, there is all that still … Continue reading
Forest History (George Meredith Poems)
I. Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom’s red volcano tongue,With league-long lizard tail and fishy fin: II. Old Earth’s original Dragon; there retiredTo his last fastness; overthrown by … Continue reading
Taos (Albert Pike Poems)
The light of morning now begins to thrillUpon the purple mountains, and the grayMist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the stillDeep banks of snow looks out the eye of Day;- The constant stream runs plashing on its way, As melted stars … Continue reading
The Last Bison (Charles Mair Poems)
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of the plains.He was a runner of pure Indian blood,Yet in his eye still gleamed the desert’s fire,And form and action … Continue reading
The Song (Charles Mair Poems)
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth, Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!Through you fond Nature gave me birth, And food and freedom-all she had to give.Enough! I grew, and with my kindred rangedTheir realm stupendous, … Continue reading
Helian (Georg Trakl Poems)
In the spirit’s solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleepsThe son of Pan in the grey marble. At eventide on the terrace we got … Continue reading
When My Ship Comes In (Frank Sidgwick Poems)
When my ship comes in, as it’s bound to come, I’ll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don’t much care for the honey-bee’s hum, And a clay-wattled cabin is not for me : But I’ll bid farewell to the … Continue reading
The Ruin And Its Flowers (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Sweets of the wild! that breathe and bloom, On this lone tow’r, this ivy’d wall;Lend to the gale a rich perfume, And grace the ruin in its fall;Tho’ doom’d, remote from careless eye,To smile, to flourish, and to … Continue reading
Christmas Tree (Charles Burleigh Galbreath Poems)
Fair dreamer with the brand of fire,A little respite grant, I pray,Before you toss me on the pyreTo burn my wasted form away;Though I have felt the spoiler’s knifeAnd to this rubbish heap have gone,I was a thing of sentient … Continue reading