Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Poems about breathed (50 Poems)
The Eel Pie (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
New Year’s Eve (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
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 ...
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Elegy VI (John Donne Poem)
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
Oh what a Grace is this, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Oh what a Grace is this, What Majesties of Peace, That having breathed The fine -- ensuing Right Without Diminuet ...
In falling Timbers buried — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
I breathed enough to take the Trick (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I breathed enough to take the Trick -- And now, removed from Air -- I simulate the Breath, so well ...
He touched me, so I live to know (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
Forget! The lady with the Amulet (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? ...
The Price Of Parting (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
Talk to me of love (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
Cherry bomb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
Low Tide on Grand Pré (Bliss Carman Poem)
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Don’t Tell the World that You’re Waiting for Me (Eliza Cook Poems)
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee ...
Twelve Years (Paul Celan Poem)
The line that remained, that became true: . . . your house in Paris -- become the alterpiece of your ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Lively Hope and Gracious Fear (William Cowper Poem)
I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave ...
Dumb (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
Hymn to Lucifer (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Hymn to Lucifer (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Dumb (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
On the Funeral of Charles the First (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
Come hither, child (Emily Bronte Poem)
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
A Day Dream (Emily Bronte Poem)
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
A Little Budding Rose (Emily Bronte Poem)
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...