The Art Of Preserving Health. Book II (John Armstrong Poems)
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
Poems about enwrap (21 Poems)
The Art Of War. Book III. (Henry James Pye Poems)
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
My Soul And I (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
The Midnight Vigil (Grace Greenwood Poems)
BY THE SICK-BED OF A MOTHER.THEY say a tempest is abroad to-night;They tell me of its fearful sights and sounds, ...
Ode Addressed To H. Fuseli, Esq. R. A. On Seeing Engravings From His Designs (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Mighty magician! who on Torneo's brow,When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night,Art wont to sit and catch the gleam ...
Evening Hexameters (Henry Alford Poems)
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
To Hope (John Keats Poems)
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;When no fair dreams before my "mind's ...
A Satire Against The Citizens Of London (Henry Howard Poems)
London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, ...
Moonlight (John Jay Chapman Poems)
ITHE evening air exhales a spicy scent,The robin warbles, and the thrush replies;And on the terrace a tall regimentOf lillies ...
London, Hast Thou Accursed Me (Henry Howard Poems)
London, hast thou accused meOf breach of laws, the root of strife?Within whose breast did boil to see,So fervent hot, ...
The Young Ionia (John Frederick Nims Poems)
If you could come on the late train for The same walkOr a hushed talk by the fireplace When the ash flaresAs ...
Retrospect; (Charles Tompson Poems)
Or,A Review of my Scholastic Days"O, Festus Dies Hominis!"-O, the Joyful Day of Man!Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss ...
The Resurrection (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
The day of wintry wrath is o'er,The whirlwind and the storm have pass'd,The whiten'd ashes of the snowEnwrap the ruined ...
Seed-Time (George Meredith Poems)
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
On The Death Of My Friend, Mrs. Robinson (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
AND hath thy soul forsook her suffering clay?Doth the chill tomb enwrap thy grief-worn frame?Closed are those eyes which beam'd ...
To Hope (John Keats Poem)
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
Epithalamion (Edmund Spenser Poems)
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
Astrophel (Edmund Spenser Poems)
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
Poem 18 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
NOw welcome night, thou night so long expected, that long daies labour doest at last defray, And all my cares, ...
The Hymn (John Milton Poems)
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity (John Milton Poems)
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...