The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
Poems about cold-hearted (15 Poems)
Its True (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's things i'plenty aw despise;-- False pride an wild ambition;Tho' ivvery man should strive to rise, An better his condition.Aw hate a ...
‘Twas a Night (KotaroTakamura Poems)
In the gas stove, a fire is burning.Oolong tea, wind, a wispy evening moon.-- That's it. -- How things stand ...
The Widowed Mother (John Wilson Poems)
Beside her Babe, who sweetly slept,A widowed mother sat and weptO'er years of love gone by;And as the sobs thick-gathering ...
After the Concert (Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky Poems)
The blackened skies have reached the garden walk;Yet my poor heart tonight cannot be not the restless.The lights that have ...
As the days go by (Ise Poems)
As the days go byOnly your image remains about meAs a vine;For, cold-hearted though you are,It seems you cannot finish ...
The Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
Farewell To Brother Jonathan (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the landOf our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,Who assumed all our rights ...
A Remonstrance (Alaric Alexander Watts Poems)
Oh! say not thou art all aloneUpon this wide, cold-hearted earth;Sigh not o'er joys for ever flown,The vacant chair — ...
Wake, Irishmen, Wake (Carolina Oliphant Poems)
Air — "St. Patrick's Day in the Morning."Wake, Irishman, wake, let your slumbers be over,Our children will look to our ...
To The Departed (Ernest Jones Poems)
In a wretched, lonely, desolate spotThat nursed and cherished and sheltered it not, In a cold and ...
Ourselves Alone (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
One morning, when dreaming in deep meditation, I met a sweet colleen a-making her moan. With sighing and sobbing she ...
Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet I (Robert Southey Poems)
Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever ...
By The Lake (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow Two people go . . . . 'And do you remember When last ...
Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See (Thomas Moore Poems)
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In ...