The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
Poems about gabbling (15 Poems)
The Irish Cabin (Patrick Branwell Bronte Poems)
Should poverty, modest and clean, E'er please, when presented to view, Should cabin on brown heath, or green, Disclose aught engaging to you, Should ...
Poetry (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
The Shepherd’s Calendar – October (John Clare Poems)
Nature now spreads around in dreary hueA pall to cover all that summer knewYet in the poets solitary waySome pleasing ...
Fragment (Henry Kirke White Poems)
The western gale,Mild as the kisses of connubial love,Plays round my languid limbs, as all dissolved,Beneath the ancient elm's fantastic ...
The Silver Herons (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Within a home for captive beastsWhose world had dwindled to a cage,I noted in their mournful eyesSuch resignation, fear, and ...
The Parting Glass (Philip Morin Freneau Poems)
THE man that joins in life's careerAnd hopes to find some comfort here,To rise above this earthly mass,-The only way's ...
The Poor Girl’s Meditation (Padraic Colum Poems)
I AM sitting hereSince the moon rose in the night,Kindling a fire,And striving to keep it alight;The folk of the ...
Written In Hell (Cale Young Rice Poems)
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
Frolic In The Snow (Eliza Lee Follen Poems)
The cock is crowing,The cows are lowing,The ducks are quarking,The dogs are barking,The ass is braying,The horse is neighing;Was there ...
The Farm Yard (Eliza Lee Follen Poems)
The cock is crowing,The cows are lowing,The ducks are quarking,The dogs are barking,The ass is braying,The horse is neighing;Was there ...
Earth’s Preference (George Meredith Poems)
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;Their beauty with her choicest interthreads,And makes ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
Week-Night Service (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...