melts Archives - Famous Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Quotes

Cold Rain, Wet Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)

A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...

Swains (Raymond A. Foss Poem)

Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...

Tubbie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)

Hot water soaks into her tense body Bouquet of flower, scented candles and a glass of chardonnay Water licks the ...

Old Friends (Raymond A. Foss Poem)

They meet after months and yet The time melts away And they are back in the swing Ready to banter ...

The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)

WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...

The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)

NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...

I Grant You Ample Leave (George Eliot Poem)

"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But ...

The Day’s Ration (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)

When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...

Fate (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)

That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...

The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)

The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...

Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...

Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)

I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...

Merry Autumn (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)

It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...

Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved (John Donne Poem)

Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...

The Indifferent (John Donne Poem)

I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...

Prayer (Richard Crashaw Poem)

LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...

The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree (Samuel Coleridge Poem)

Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...

To the Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)

Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...

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 ...

The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)

A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...

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 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 ...

Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)

My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...

The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)

Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)

Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...

Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)

1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...

Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)