Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Poems about blithe (31 Poems)
To The Stone-Cutters (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
Faithless Nelly Gray (Thomas Hood Poem)
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow (A. E. Housman Poem)
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning ...
equanimity (Rg Gregory Poem)
october stops the pretence that somehow summer should still be loitering around it walks through the garden hanging the spiders ...
ANACREON’S GRAVE. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket ...
THE FAITHLESS BOY. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
THE WEDDING. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A FEAST was in a village spread,-- It was a wedding-day, they said. The parlour of the inn I found, ...
The Death of Robin Hood (Eugene Field Poem)
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Abu midjan (Eugene Field Poem)
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Cradle (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
The Devil In Hell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
The Avaricious Wife And Tricking Gallant (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHO knows the world will never feel surprise, When men are duped by artful women's eves; Though death his weapon ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
A Mile With Me (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
O who will walk a mile with me Along life's merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who ...
To Dan (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
STEP me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay ...
If recollecting were forgetting, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot. And if to ...
To Henrietta Lyn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
Qua Cursum Ventus (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
The Twins (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
The Twins (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
208. Song-To the Weaver’s gin ye go (Robert Burns Poems)
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
From The Short Story A Christmas Dream, And How It Came True (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...