Battle Of Hastings – I (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge ...
Poems about layeth (16 Poems)
A Story Of Doom: Book II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning starHung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayedThe world's great shipwright, and ...
The Burning Babe (Robert Southwell Poems)
AS I in hoary winter's night Stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made my heart to glow;And ...
Doubt (Patience Worth Poems)
Like to a thief who wrappeth himWithin the night-tide's robe,So standeth the specter o' the Earth;Yea, he doth robe him ...
XLVII. (Khoshal Khan Khattak Poems)
Separation turneth sweet existence bitter unto man-It layeth the very vitals upon fierce, devouring flames!Whatever strength and energy the heart ...
Brother, Weary O’ The Plod (Patience Worth Poems)
Brother, weary o' the plod,Art sorried sore o' waiting?Brother, bowed aneath the pack o' Earth,Art seeking o' the pathThat leadest ...
All That’s Good, and Great, and True (Godfrey Thring Poems)
All that's good, and great, and true,All that is and is to be,Be it old or be it new,Comes, O ...
III. (Khoshal Khan Khattak Poems)
Spring hath returned: the narcissus in the garden wantoneth,And the breeze of the morning, the spikenard disordereth.For five short days, ...
Selene (Anna Hempstead Branch Poems)
But when Endymion, wandering alone,With youth and love of loveliness forlorn,Being greatly sorrowful with beauty, cameUpon the silence of a ...
Psalm CIV (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
IBless the Lord, O my soul!O Lord, my God!Very great hast Thou been.Splendour and majestyThou hast put on as a ...
Sacred To the Memory of Algernon R. G. Stanhope (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
THE silver cord is loosed, he said, "The golden bowl is broken; A few more prayers having been prayed, A ...
Lady Button-Eyes (Eugene Field Poems)
"When the busy day is done,And my weary little oneRocketh gently to and fro;When the night winds softly blow,And the ...
The Sign (Frederic Manning Poems)
We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of ...
Garden And Cradle (Eugene Field Poems)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;The posies they are good to ...
Lady button-eyes (Eugene Field Poem)
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Garden and cradle (Eugene Field Poem)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...