The River Scamander (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
Poems about delighted (45 Poems)
The Rhemese (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Progress Of Wit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
The Magnificent (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The Devil In Hell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Nicaise (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Initial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Sonnet VI: How Many Paltry Things (Michael Drayton Poem)
How many paltry, foolish, painted things, That now is coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings, ...
How Many Paltry Foolish Painted Things (Michael Drayton Poem)
How many paltry foolish painted things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no poet sings, ...
Although I put away his life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
A soft Sea washed around the House (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That ...
Out of ideas. (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
It seldom snowed – Part III (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
Love And Madness (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
True Pleasures (William Cowper Poem)
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs When Jesu's name I hear: And when God the Spirit brings The word of ...
Lively Hope and Gracious Fear (William Cowper Poem)
I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave ...
On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture (William Cowper Poems)
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Wisdom (William Cowper Poem)
(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) "Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
V. To the River Tweed. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O TWEED! a stranger, that with wand'ring feet O'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile, (If so his ...
In Memory of a Happy Day in February (Anne Bronte Poem)
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Pater Filio (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...