Early Love (Laurence Hope Poems)
Who says I wrong thee, my half-opened rose?Little he knows of thee or me, or love.--I am so tender of ...
Poems about half-opened (16 Poems)
The Portrait In The Rock (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,with his golden and stony substance,he was a man who was ...
To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHEN evening's shadowy fingers foldThe flowers of every hue,Some shy, half-opened bud will holdIts drop of morning's dew.Sweeter with every ...
Rose “Reine Marie Henriette” (Robert Henry Forster Poems)
ROSE of the queenly flower and royal name,That like a breastplate wrought of filigreeDeckest the house-wall, and art soon to ...
The Spring Romance (Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky Poems)
The river else doesn't wholly reign,But pale-blue ice is drowned now;And clouds are not blue again,But sun had drunk the ...
The Bakchesarian (Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems)
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
The Spagnoletto. Act I (Emma Lazarus Poems)
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
Well,-it was two days after my husband died-Two days! And the earth still raw above him.And I was sweeping the ...
After Sickness (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
I nearly died, I almost touched the doorThat swings between forever and no more;I think I heard the awful hinges ...
To The Fair (Anonymous Americas Poems)
This morning I sat by a maid,And clasped her hand whiter than snow,And I thought that an angel had strayedFrom ...
Elizabeth’s Chamber: At Amesbury (Annie Adams Fields Poems)
I ENTERED her half-opened door; A welcome like the voice of seas,When overland their mellow roar Comes homeward ...
The New Woman (Frederick Charles Burleigh Vosper Poems)
She does not "languish in her bower", Or squander all the golden day In fashioning a gaudy flower Upon a ...
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: The Box With Silver Handles (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
PROPERTIUS (Vlanes Poems)
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
The Keys of Morning (Walter de la Mare Poems)
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely sat In the morning clear and ...