The Little Bell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
Poems about groves (51 Poems)
The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
The LORD and the BRAMBLE (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
The Appology (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
An Invitation to Dafnis (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
A Tale of the Miser and the Poet (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Saadi (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The Problem (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Good-by (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
America (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Song (Lady Mary Chudleigh Poem)
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg's not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile's ...
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 ...
What The Doctor Said (Raymond Carver Poem)
He said it doesn't look good he said it looks bad in fact real bad he said I counted thirty-two ...
The Task: Book II, The Time-Piece (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Preface to Hunting of the Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
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 poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The Student’s Serenade (Anne Bronte Poems)
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Pleasure (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
From A German War Primer (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...