The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 2: Third Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
Poems about cypress-tree (13 Poems)
Yusuf and Zuleikha (Excerpt 3) (Jami2 Poems)
Is this a dream?—-another dream,Like that which stole my senses first,Which sparkled o'er my life's dull stream,By idle, erring fancy ...
Evangeline: Part The Second. III. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
Unveiled (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THEY sat in silent watchfulnessThe sacred cypress-tree about,And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,Their failing eyes looked out.Gray Age and Sickness ...
The Christian Tourists (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
No aimless wanderers, by the fiend UnrestGoaded from shore to shore;No schoolmen, turning, in their classic quest,The leaves of empire ...
VI. (Khoshal Khan Khattak Poems)
Thou wast saying, "Grieve not any more; for I am thine, and thou art mine:"Whether thou hast falsely or truly ...
The Grave Of Keats (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Here lies young Adonais, stricken low All in the dewy morning of his days. Upon his sleep the soft moon bends her ...
The Child At Nazareth (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
IOnce, measuring His height, He stoodBeneath a cypress-tree,And, leaning back against the wood,Stretched wide His arms for me;Whereat a brooding ...
Robin (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Come to me, Robin! The daylight is dying!Come to me now!Come, ere the cypress-tree over me sighing,Dank with the shadow-tide, ...
The Lover’s Almanac (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale ...
HIS AGE:DEDICATED TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND,MR JOHN WICKES, UNDER THE NAME OFPOSTUMUS (Robert Herrick Poem)
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything (Robert Herrick Poem)
Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give ...