The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
Poems about grey-eyed (15 Poems)
The Grand Match (Moira O Neill Poems)
DENNIS was hearty when Dennis was young,High was his step in the jig that he sprung,He had the looks an' ...
Before We Were Married (Henry Lawson Poems)
BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;Swag and bag and ...
A Young Rebel (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
The sun is setting behind the range,his golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish, strange,Bending over a volume worn,Whose ...
Grey-eyed mabel (Eliza Cook Poems)
I gazed on orbs of flashing black; I met the glow of hazel light; I marked the hue of ...
The Young Rebel (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
The sun is setting behind the range,His golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish and strange,Bending over a volume ...
Gray-Eyed King (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
Glory to you, inescapable pain!The gray-eyed king died yesterday.The autumn evening was sultry and red,My husband returned and quietly said:"You ...
Tavern (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down ...
The Lovers (Alexander Comfort Poems)
Across the round field, under the dark male towerdrift the two horses, the chestnut and the black,aloof and quiet as ...
Children Selecting Books In A Library (Randall Jarrell Poem)
With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright. The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves, Is slow and ...
Ante Aram (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Colonus’ Praise (William Butler Yeats Poems)
(From Oedipus at Colonus) Chorus. Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies, The nightingale ...
Santa Decca (Oscar Wilde Poems)
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
The Burden Of Itys (Oscar Wilde Poems)
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Tavern (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. ...