The Lover (James Avis Bartley Poems)
SCENE I.--A WOODED MOUNTAIN IN BLOOM--TIMESUNRISE--ENTER LOVER SOLUS.This is my fair resort, the Summer SunIs rising there, the ocean gleams ...
Poems about foam-white (15 Poems)
The Palatine (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!Lonely and ...
Hymn To The Sea (Henry Alford Poems)
Who shall declare the secret of thy birth, Thou old companion of the circling earth? And having reached with keen poetic sight Ere ...
The Old House By The Mere (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Five rotten gables look upon Wan rotting roses and rank weeds, Old iron gates on posts of stone, Dim dingles where the vermin ...
Amadis And Oriana (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
Love Unkind (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his ...
The Sea Spirit (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Ah me! I shall not waken soonFrom dreams of such divinity!A spirit singing 'neath the moonTo me.Wild sea-spray driven of ...
Enchantment (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The deep seclusion of this forest path, -O'er which the green boughs weave a canopy;Along which bluet and anemoneSpread dim ...
The Nuptials Of Attila (George Meredith Poems)
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
Senlin: A Biography Pt 02: His Futile Preoccupatio (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
The Rape Of The Baron’s Wine (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
Who was stealing the Baron's wine, Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold? Lone ...
Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh (Edith Nesbit Poems)
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
England (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
Witness (Anthony Hecht Poem)
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which ...
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book II (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...