To George Felton Mathew (John Keats Poems)
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to viewA ...
Poems about heaven-ward (13 Poems)
Song #4 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHEN hollow bursts the rushing winds,And heavy beats the show'r,This anxious, aching bosom findsNo comfort in its power.For ah, my ...
Sunday After Ascension (John Keble Poems)
The Earth that in her genial breastMakes for the down a kindly nest,Where wafted by the warm south-west It floats at ...
Lines Addressed To The Rev. Dr. John Muir, of St. James’ Parish, Glasgow (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Servant of God! through fifty honoured years,With fears and hopes, with prayerful cries and tears,With watchful care and ever-active zeal,With ...
My Primrose (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
My sweet primrose with thy open face,And with fringe-like leaves, without a traceOf coarseness, either in flower or stem,Among all ...
The Highlanders: Part I (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
OR SKETCHES OF HIGHLAND SCENERY AND MANNERS: WITH SOME REFLECTIONS ON EMIGRATION. WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A LONG ...
Lines Addressed To Sir Alfred Stephen On His 90th Birthday (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
FRIEND, gliding near me on life's widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly ...
At Bemerton (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
1630-1633Sick with the strife of tongues, the blustering hateOf frantic Party raving o'er the realm,Sonorous insincerities of debate,And jealous factions ...
The Captive Child (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
September 8: 1650Child in girlhood's early grace,Pale white rose of royal race,Flower of France, and England's flower,What dost here at ...
Willelmus Van Nassau (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
Yes! we confess it! 'mong the sons of Fate, Earth's great ones, thou art great!As that tall peak which from ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Italia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
If Thou’lt Be Mine (Thomas Moore Poems)
If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's ...