What Was My Dream? (Joseph O Connor Poems)
"And My Spirit Was Troubled to Know the Dream"WHAT was my dream? Though consciousness be clear, I hold no memory of ...
Poems about immerse (13 Poems)
The Landing (Padraic Colum Poems)
THE great ship lantern-girdled.The tender standing by;The waning stars cloud-shrouded,The land that we descry!That pale land is our homeland,And we ...
Beyond (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
COLOSSAL orb of space,Sparkling with diamondOf countless star on star,All whirling with wild graceIn their enwoven danceIllimitably far,What lies beyondYour ...
Horace: Book II. Ode 9 (Samuel Johnson Poems)
Clouds do not always veil the skies,Nor showers immerse the verdant plain;Nor do the billows always rise,Or storms afflict the ...
The Tear (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
In that tear, the sun will revel,And night immerse her hair,In that tear will earth discoverIts own deliverance.What if the ...
Clotilde (Guillaume Apollinaire Poems)
The anemone and flower that weepshave grown in the garden plainwhere Melancholy sleepsbetween Amor and DisdainThere our shadows linger toothat ...
Le Madri (Gabriele D Annunzio Poems)
Su le Lame di Fuore,nel salso strame,nelle brune giuncaie,nell'erbe gialle,oziano a branchile saure e baiecavalledi San Rossore.Altre su i banchidi ...
I Walk Alone (Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff Poems)
I WALK alone and cry out under the stars; As one in a desert I hunger for refreshment. I have ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
A Feast of Worship (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor, in the makeshift pulpit at the lectern, far from the vaulted ceilings, far from the stain glassed sanctuary ...
Now List to my Morning’s Romanza. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 NOW list to my morning's romanza-I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, ...
Farewell To Verse (Robert William Service Poems)
In youth when oft my muse was dumb, My fancy nighly dead, To make my inspiration come I stood upon ...