Song of Thyrsis (Philip Freneau Poem)
THE turtle on yon withered bough, That lately mourned her murdered mate, Has found another comrade now-- Such changes all ...
Poems about drooping (44 Poems)
Feronde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
Thunderstorms (William Henry Davies Poem)
My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And ...
The Resignation (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
Qua Cursum Ventus (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
To A Primrose (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
Love’s Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance (Samuel Coleridge Poems)
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
Youth And Age (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Behold, the grave of a wicked man (Stephen Crane Poem)
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part IV) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Next to him the eldest daughter: She suggested very little Only asked if he would take her With her look ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
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 ...
Redolence (Michael Burch Poem)
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
Bereavement (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my ...
Westgate-On-Sea (John Betjeman Poem)
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Lines Written at Thorp Green (Anne Bronte Poem)
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
A Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
The Stranger (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...