Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Poems about cynthia (29 Poems)
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
Hymn To Diana (Ben Jonson Poem)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in ...
Queen and Huntress (Ben Jonson Poem)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
Song To Diana (Ben Jonson Poem)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
FROM AN ALBUM OF 1604. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope. Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest, And say, ...
Bridal Song (John Fletcher Poem)
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
445. The Minstel at Lincluden (Robert Burns Poem)
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
491. Song-Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
230. The Fête Champêtre (Robert Burns Poems)
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
293. The Whistle: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
EPISTLE II: TO A LADY (Of the Characters of Women) (Alexander Pope Poems)
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The Rape of the Lock (Alexander Pope Poems)
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 (Alexander Pope Poems)
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
Hero and Leander: The First Sestiad (Christopher Morley Poems)
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
Lament for Zenocrate (Christopher Morley Poems)
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
Hero and Leander: The First Sestiad (Christopher Marlowe Poems)
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
Lament for Zenocrate (Christopher Marlowe Poems)
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
Eyes And Tears (Andrew Marvell Poems)
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. (Andrew Marvell Poems)
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
The Death of Cromwell (Andrew Marvell Poems)
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell (Andrew Marvell Poems)
song Fauc1 First. Chorus. Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only ...
Il Penseroso (John Milton Poems)
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
The Hymn (John Milton Poems)
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity (John Milton Poems)
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...