Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
Poems about marish (15 Poems)
The Chapel of the Hermits (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
The Magic Mirror (John Wilson Poems)
Methought beneath a Castle huge I stood,That seemed to grow out of a rock sublime,Through the dominion of its solitudeAugustly ...
Music (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
IMUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,Plumed like empastured Caesars of the skyWith a god's helmet; now, in the gold ...
The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
Dara (James Russell Lowell Poems)
When Persia's sceptre trembled in a handWilted with harem-heats, and all the landWas hovered over by those vulture illsThat snuff ...
In The Dark Forest (Leigh Gordon Giltner Poems)
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
Wood Magic (John Buchan Poems)
I will walk warily in the wise woods on the fringes of eventide,For the covert is full of noises and ...
One And All (Jane Barlow Poems)
O'ER boundless fields of night, lo, near and far Light, dewdrop's blink, and Light, Aeonian star. Wan wraiths that flickering roam by ...
King Philip’s Last Stand (Clinton Scollard Poems)
'T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,And armed cap-a-pie. Came ambling into Plymouth-town; And from far riding up and down ...
The Philosopher (C S Lewis Poems)
Who shall be our prophet then,Chosen from all the sons of menTo lead his fellows on the wayOf hidden knowledge, ...
Legend Of Seville (Alice Cary Poems)
Three men that three gray mules bestrodeWent riding through a lonesome road --Dust from the largest to the leastUp to ...
In May (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Grief was my master yesternight;To-morrow I may grieve again;But now along the windy plainThe clouds have taken flight.The sowers in ...
Villon (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
They threw me from the gates: my matted hair Was dank with dungeon wetness; my spent frame O'erlaid with marish ...
Paradise Lost: Book 12 (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...