To Ellen, At The South (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
Poems about fairest (51 Poems)
Threnody (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Summons To Love (William Drummond Poem)
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That ...
Snow White’s Acne (Denise Duhamel Poems)
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
This Night (William Henry Davies Poem)
This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone, The owl that's in this ...
The Proud Lady (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
A Fever (John Donne Poem)
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not ...
Fitter to see Him, I may be (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance -- Grace -- to Me -- With Summers, and ...
The fairest Home I ever knew (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The fairest Home I ever knew Was founded in an Hour By Parties also that I knew A spider and ...
I dwell in Possibility — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I dwell in Possibility -- A fairer House than Prose -- More numerous of Windows -- Superior -- for Doors ...
I never told the buried gold (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I never told the buried gold Upon the hill -- that lies -- I saw the sun -- his plunder ...
I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair (Thomas Carew Poem)
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
On Mr. G. Herbert’s Book, Entitled the Temple of Sacred Poe (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Know you fair, on what you look; Divinest love lies in this book, Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The Interpreter (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
The Interpreter (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
The Rose (William Browne Poem)
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did ...
IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft, Thy brow, that hope's last traces ...
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A Day Dream (Emily Bronte Poem)
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dream Song 60: Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent (John Berryman Poem)
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
Song (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught---speak truth---above ...
516. Song-I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus-I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And ...