Honours — Part I (Jean Ingelow Poems)
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
Poems about cushat (19 Poems)
My Curate’s Motor Bike (John O Brien Poems)
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
The Royal Mails (Ralph Hodgson Poems)
For all its flowers and trailing bowers,Its singing birds and streams,This valley's not the blissful spot,The paradise, it seems.I don't ...
Songs with Preludes: Wedlock (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wifeOnly this year?” The casement ...
The Churchyard (William Cosmo Monkhouse Poems)
HOW slowly creeps the hand of TimeOn the old clock's green-mantled face!Yea, slowly as those ivies climb,The hours roll round ...
Thick Orchards, All in White (Jean Ingelow Poems)
"The time of the singing of birds is come." Thick orchards, all in white, Stand 'neath blue voids of light,And birds among ...
In A College Garden (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake,What ayles thee soe to pyne?Thy carefulle heart shall cease to akeWhen dayes be ...
The Doves (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The house where I was born,Where I was young and gay,Grows old amid its corn,Amid its scented hay.Moan of the ...
August (John Payne Poems)
AUGUST, thou monarch of the mellow noon,That with thy sceptre smit'st the teeming plainAnd gladd'nest all the world with golden ...
Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book X. – The Millennial Sabbath (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
The Coo Of The Cushat (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets, Over the hedges of snow-white thorn, Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms, ...
July (George Meredith Poems)
I Blue July, bright July, Month of storms and gorgeous blue; Violet lightnings o'er thy sky, Heavy falls of drenching ...
In July (Edward Dowden Poems)
WHY do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green ...
In The Garden I: The Garden (Edward Dowden Poems)
PAST the town's clamour is a garden full Of loneness and old greenery; at noon When birds are hush'd, save ...
307. Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson (Robert Burns Poem)
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
30. Song-Composed in August (Robert Burns Poem)
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
63. One Night as I did Wander (Robert Burns Poems)
ONE night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld ...
62. Epistle to William Simson (Robert Burns Poems)
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
The Doves (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The house where I was born, Where I was young and gay, Grows old amid its corn, Amid its scented ...