Fall (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Understand the language of fall, approaching: Cold mornings drawing your bundled warmth; sailing-leaf afternoons, the enchantment of melancholy, departure etched ...
Poems about melancholy (51 Poems)
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
VI. Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, The lonely battlement, and farthest hill ...
Sonnet: At Ostend, July 22nd 1787 (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft, Thy brow, that hope's last traces ...
XI. Written at Ostend (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
Harrow-on-the-Hill (John Betjeman Poem)
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
Lines Written From Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
The Consolation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In autumn moonlight, when the white air wan (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
In autumn moonlight, when the white air wan Is fragrant in the wake of summer hence, 'Tis sweet to sit ...
Thanatopsis (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The Death of the Flowers (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
A Letter to a Live Poet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Clouds (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
Of the Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Sonnet – to Genevra (Lord Byron Poem)
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Stanzas Composed During A Thunderstorm (Lord Byron Poem)
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
Sun of the Sleepless! (Lord Byron Poem)
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
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 SWAN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
Beacons (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
THE OWLS (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red ...