The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Poems about haunts (51 Poems)
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Threnody (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Sonnet XX: An Evil Spirit (Michael Drayton Poem)
An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still, Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest, Which ceaseth not to tempt ...
Idea XX: An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still (Michael Drayton Poem)
An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still, Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd, Which ceaseth not to tempt ...
The Kingfisher (William Henry Davies Poem)
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother's name was ...
The Moon (William Henry Davies Poem)
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
A winged spark doth soar about — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A winged spark doth soar about -- I never met it near For Lightning it is oft mistook When nights ...
A Moth the hue of this (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature's Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale. Nature is ...
So bashful when I spied her! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
So bashful when I spied her! So pretty -- so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find -- ...
Rivers of Canada (Bliss Carman Poem)
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
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 ...
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 ...
On A Ruined house In A Romantic Country (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...
Fruit of the Flower (Countee Cullen Poem)
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky (Lewis Carroll Poem)
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, ...
Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass (Lewis Carroll Poem)
A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, ...
Evening (John Clare Poem)
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
I SEE A WOMAN MAKING UP (Luis Benitez Poem)
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
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 ...
IV. To the River Wenbeck (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, In fancy's ear still making plaintive song To the ...
VI. Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, The lonely battlement, and farthest hill ...
Sonnet: O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft, Thy brow that Hope's last traces ...
Song (Anne Bronte Poem)
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
Nightingales (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...