The Sceptic (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
Poems about deathward (17 Poems)
The Butterfly (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
I watched to-day a butterfly,With gorgeous wings of golden sheen,Flit lightly 'neath a sapphire skyAmid the springtime's tender green;--A creature ...
Why Life Is Sweet (Lucy Larcom Poems)
BECAUSE it cometh up, a heavenly flower,Out of the earth, divinely sown therein,To gather grace from shadow and from shower,And ...
Hated (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
YOU ask me where love fails me?--what I hate?I cannot blame, for all, I hold, is fate;Yet there are hateful, ...
Divided (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;As not a leaf on any tree that grows,But to its neighbor ...
A Reading Of Life–With The Persuader (George Meredith Poems)
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
Monodies (Charles Harpur Poems)
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
Before A Crucifix (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
The Wars and the Unknown Soldier (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
IDry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, dead leaves;voices of leaves on the wind that bears them to destruction,impassioned prayer, impassioned ...
Eight Years Old (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears, Rise, let the time of year be May,Speak now the word that April ...
Music (Alice Corbin Poems)
The ancient songs Pass deathward mournfully. R.A. The old songs Die. Yes, the old songs die. Cold lips that sang ...
Regret (Charles Harpur Poems)
There's a regret that from my bosom aye Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, like a rain ...
Melbourne Sonnets: III The Decadent (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
FOR him the stale conventions, habits, allThe thoughts men bow beneath, make virtueseemItself a fashion - whence rank cities teemWith ...
The Kings Are Passing Deathward (David Morton Poems)
The Kings are passing deathward in the darkOf days that had been splendid where they went;Their crowns are captive and ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Mentana : First Anniversary (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
Before A Crucifix (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...