The Miracles (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I sent a message to my dear -- A thousand leagues and more to Her -- The dumb sea-levels thrilled ...
Poems about leagues (31 Poems)
The Explorer (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
The Street Sounds to the Soldiers’ Tread (A. E. Housman Poems)
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread, And out we troop to see: A single redcoat turns his head, He ...
The Loss Of The Eurydice (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
Death of the Bird (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
An Exile’s Farewell (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides ...
Winfreda (Eugene Field Poem)
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
The wooing of the southland (Eugene Field Poem)
(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away-- "Fairest of all fair brides," he ...
The wanderer (Eugene Field Poem)
Upon a mountain height, far from the sea, I found a shell, And to my listening ear the lonely thing ...
Orkney Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Arrival (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Along a path I had not traced and could ...
Three times — we parted — Breath — and I — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man For is it not his Bed -- His Advocate -- his Edifice? ...
At last, to be identified! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! ...
Ambition cannot find him. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn't know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now. Yesterday, undistinguished! Eminent Today ...
Qua Cursum Ventus (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
The Tent (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
The Tent (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
Apostasy (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
30. Song-Composed in August (Robert Burns Poem)
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...