Pan Beniowski – Final Part Of Canto Five (Juliusz Slowacki Poems)
Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,Coiling up and down like an iron serpentThat rears now its torso, ...
Poems about flameless (13 Poems)
Toward An Organic Philosophy (Kenneth Rexroth Poems)
SPRING, COAST RANGEThe glow of my campfire is dark red and flameless,The circle of white ash widens around it.I get ...
The Sprits Of Light And Darkness (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
Sunrise On Rydal Water (John Drinkwater Poems)
Come down at dawn from windless hillsInto the valley of the lake,Where yet a larger quiet fillsThe hour, and mist ...
The Wanderer (Christopher Brennan Poems)
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
On The Downs (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
A faint sea without wind or sun;A sky like flameless vapour dun; A valley like an unsealed graveThat no ...
The Snow (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
Uninterruptedly falls the snow,Like meagre, long wool-strands, scant and slow,O'er the meagre, long plain disconsolate.Cold with lovelessness, warm with hate.Infinite, ...
Morning (Emma Lazarus Poems)
GRAY-VESTED Dawn, with flameless, tranquil eye,Cool hands, and dewy lips, is in the sky,A sober nun, with starry rosary.With eyes ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
A Swimmer’s Dream (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
The Book of Annandale (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
Burning Off (Dorothea MacKellar Poems)
They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears ...
Burning Off (Dorothea Mackeller Poems)
They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears ...