May-Day (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
Poems about balmier (13 Poems)
To Isabel (George W Sands Poems)
Come near me with thy lips, and, breathe o'er mineTheir breath, for I consume with love's desire,--Thine ivory arms about ...
Our Humming-Bird (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
AH, well I know the reason whyThey called her by that graceful name:She seems a creature born with wings,O'er which ...
A Greeting To Spring (Henry Alford Poems)
Hail to the woods once more! Hail blessed burst of the spring tide!Float over fathomless blue the fair white clouds ...
To The Violet (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Sweet violet, who knowsFrom whence thy fragrance flowsOr whither hence it goes?A pious pilgrim hereTo Winter's sepulchreThou comest year by ...
Lucretius (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
Tithonus (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, ...
The Perpetual Wooing (Eugene Field Poems)
The dull world clamors at my feet And asks my hand and helping sweet; And wonders when the time shall ...
September (George Arnold Poems)
Sweet is the voice that callsFrom babbling waterfallsIn meadows where the downy seeds are flying;And soft the breezes blowAnd eddying ...
transformations (Rg Gregory Poem)
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
Tithonus (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
The Progress of Spring (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Lucretius (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...