America’s Prosperity (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
Poems about flocks (51 Poems)
Let down the Bars, Oh Death — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is ...
Where I have lost, I softer tread (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Where I have lost, I softer tread -- I sow sweet flower from garden bed -- I pause above that ...
Going to Heaven! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Heaven! I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think ...
ARCADIAN WINTER (Willa Cather Poem)
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
Verses from the Shepherds’ Hymn (Richard Crashaw Poems)
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Joy and Peace in Believing (William Cowper Poem)
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; ...
The Garden Of Boccaccio (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Zapolya (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Song (Act II, Scene I, lines 65-80) A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted : ...
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
The nymph’s reply to the shepherd (John Bodenham Poems)
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
Music on Christmas Morning (Anne Bronte Poem)
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
Stanza (Emily Bronte Poem)
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
After a Tempest (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
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 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 ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
491. Song-Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
122. The Lass o’ Ballochmyle (Robert Burns Poems)
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
The Little Dell (William Allingham Poem)
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
A Day-Dream’s Reflection (William Allingham Poems)
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
Lullaby (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...