Upon the saying that my VERSES were made by another. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
Poems about alluring (26 Poems)
TO PHILLIS, TO LOVE AND LIVE WITH HIM (Robert Herrick Poem)
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA (Robert Herrick Poem)
When I behold a forest spread With silken trees upon thy head; And when I see that other dress Of ...
His Meditation Upon Death (Robert Herrick Poem)
BE those few hours, which I have yet to spend, Blest with the meditation of my end; Though they be ...
LILY’S MENAGERIE. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
The Sprigs of Lilacs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
Blue, not Purple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
Lilac Air – reprise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cloud of intoxication slowing our steps or mine at least gathering in the nectar breathing springtime in The white ...
Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
Lilac Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sweet, intoxicating, alluring spreading out onto the playground the bush changing the air soft, subtle, a presence lilac air at ...
Seductive Invader (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was beautiful elegant, sly, alluring In her rich color long supple body full flowering envy of others less able ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Au Bal (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Au Bal (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
To the Muse (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
A Dialogue Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
Paradise Lost: Book 09 (John Milton Poems)
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
From ‘Arcades’ (John Milton Poems)
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Comus (John Milton Poems)
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Dreams Nascent (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...