Moonlight, summer moonlight (Emily Bronte Poem)
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
Poems about gently (51 Poems)
‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight (Emily Bronte Poems)
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
June (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
Consumption (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for ...
The Charm (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
The One Before the Last (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain ...
Charm, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Love in Twilight (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
I’ve Never Had It Done So Gently Before (Richard Brautigan Poems)
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I've never had it done so gently before. ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
Euthanasia (Lord Byron Poem)
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
Stanzas To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark ...
There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters (Lord Byron Poems)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Stanzas For Music (Lord Byron Poem)
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
SONNET OF AUTUMN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
The Guardian-Angel (Robert Browning Poem)
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Any Wife To Any Husband (Robert Browning Poem)
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
188. Song-Strathallan’s Lament (Robert Burns Poems)
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...