A chilly Peace infests the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies -- Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize -- ...
Poems about glee (51 Poems)
That is solemn we have ended (Emily Dickinson Poem)
That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday ...
In snow thou comest — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
In snow thou comest -- Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee's ...
I know that He exists. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
Glee — The great storm is over — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Glee -- The great storm is over -- Four -- have recovered the Land -- Forty -- gone down together ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
‘Twas just this time, last year, I died. (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
The Poet Washes Dishes (Peter Conners Poem)
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Song of the Worm (Eliza Cook Poem)
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
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 ...
The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
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 ...
Incident (Countee Cullen Poem)
Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee; I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I ...
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
The Sea (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
A Nursery Darling (Lewis Carroll Poem)
A Mother's breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
A Sea Dirge (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The Rain Was Ending, And Light (Laurence Binyon Poem)
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
Yes I will take a cheerful tone And feign to share their heartless glee, But I would rather weep alone ...
A Voice From The Dungeon (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
The Death of Grandfather (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...