The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Poems about depths (51 Poems)
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Astræ (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Sleep Spaces (Robert Desnos Poem)
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
A Runnable Stag (John Davidson Poem)
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Favrile (Mark Doty Poem)
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Song For Saint Cecilia’s Day, 1687 (John Dryden Poems)
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Glory of Ships (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Reliance (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Mare Liberum (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
You dare to say with perjured lips, "We fight to make the ocean free"? You, whose black trail of butchered ...
Master of Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard, Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, ...
Flood-Tide of Flowers (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
All the letters I can write (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All the letters I can write Are not fair as this -- Syllables of Velvet -- Sentences of Plush, Depths ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Dead thoughts of corpses (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
Supplication (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
The sea took a sailor to its depths.-- His mother, unsuspecting, goes and lights a tall candle before the Virgin ...
The Thread of Truth (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
Lovest Thou Me? (William Cowper Poem)
(John, xxi.16) Hark my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks and speaks to ...
Temptation (William Cowper Poem)
The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to Thee I call, ...
The Quest (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
The Quest (Aleister Crowley Poem)
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The house where I was born (09) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
And then the day came When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
To a Waterfowl (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...