Goldilocks And Goldilocks (William Morris Poems)
It was Goldilocks woke up in the mornAt the first of the shearing of the corn.There stood his mother on ...
Poems about excellently (15 Poems)
Persuasion (John Drinkwater Poems)
I At any moment love unheraldedComes, and is king. Then as, with a fallOf frost, the buds upon the hawthorn ...
Satire II (John Donne Poems)
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things ...
To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire (Richard Lovelace Poems)
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.I.Amarantha sweet and faire,Ah brade no more that shining haire!As my curious hand ...
The Kalevala – Rune XXV (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
WAINAMOINEN'S WEDDING-SONGS.At the home of IlmarinenLong had they been watching, waiting,For the coming of the blacksmith,With his bride from Sariola.Weary ...
Dominus Vineae; Spiritus Agricola (Anna Hempstead Branch Poems)
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
Queen and Huntress (Ben Jonson Poems)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair ...
Song: To Cynthia (Ben Jonson Poems)
From "Cynthia's Revels"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chair,State in wonted ...
Song To Diana (Ben Jonson Poems)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chairState in wonted manner keep:Hesperus ...
Hymn To Diana (Ben Jonson Poem)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in ...
Queen and Huntress (Ben Jonson Poem)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
Song To Diana (Ben Jonson Poem)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Seven (Robert William Service Poems)
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Amarantha, sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, ...