Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring (John Dryden Poem)
Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow'rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, ...
Poems about lover (51 Poems)
Mother Earth (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
Christ of Everywhere (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Christ of the Andes," Christ of Everywhere, Great lover of the hills, the open air, And patient lover of impatient ...
Adonis (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
Love’s Deity (John Donne Poems)
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
The Test of Love — is Death — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Test of Love -- is Death -- Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith -- What Largest Lover ...
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
Me prove it now — Whoever doubt (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it -- now -- Make haste -- the Scruple! ...
God is a distant — stately Lover (Emily Dickinson Poem)
God is a distant -- stately Lover -- Woos, as He states us -- by His Son -- Verily, a ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
A Sea Child (Bliss Carman Poem)
The lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Now the old nurse, the rocking sea, ...
The Road to Roundabout (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
The Song of the Oak (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
The Advice (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
Wisdom (William Cowper Poem)
(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) "Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That ...
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 ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
There was a land where lived no violets. (Stephen Crane Poem)
There was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded : "Why?" The people told him: "Once ...
The ocean said to me once (Stephen Crane Poem)
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
A Lost Angel (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body (Rupert Brooke Poem)
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Juan’s Song (Louise Bogan Poems)
When beauty breaks and falls asunder I feel no grief for it, but wonder. When love, like a frail shell, ...
It Is the Hour (Lord Byron Poem)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
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 ...