In The Welsh Manner (Edward Williams Poems)
Dear Nan, at thy command I string a sonnet, And must in rhyme surpass the Italian skill, Full fourteen lines ...
Poems about distil (21 Poems)
Sonnet XXVIII: Soul-Light (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
What other woman could be loved like you,Or how of you should love possess his fill?After the fulness of all ...
A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS (Robert Herrick Poem)
You are a Tulip seen to-day, But, Dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew, scarce man can ...
Whispers of Immortality (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
On the Nativity of Christ (William Dunbar Poem)
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
The Primrose (John Donne Poem)
Upon this Primrose hill, Where, if Heav'n would distil A shower of rain, each several drop might go To his ...
I would distil a cup (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Heccar and Gaira (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Arhan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Arhan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
147. Address to a Haggis (Robert Burns Poems)
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
Psalm 133 (Isaac Watts Poems)
Brotherly love. Lo! what an entertaining sight Are brethren that agree! Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety! ...
A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton (James Thomson Poems)
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
A Woman Waits for Me. (Walt Whitman Poems)
A WOMAN waits for me-she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if ...
To A Gentlewoman For A Friend (William Strode Poems)
No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie Still waytes on light; but when wee ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 (Alexander Pope Poems)
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...