The Girt Woak Tree (William Barnes Poem)
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
Poems about mid (51 Poems)
Vull a Man (William Barnes Poem)
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
Tokens (William Barnes Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Woak Hill (William Barnes Poem)
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
The Broken Heart (William Barnes Poem)
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
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 ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Missionary (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
The Letter (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
Pleasure (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Regret (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Long ago I wished to leave " The house where I was born; " Long ago I used to grieve, ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
October (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Choriambics — I (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
Second Best (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
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 ...
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 ...
Love’s Last Adieu (Lord Byron Poems)
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
Instans Tyrannus (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poem)
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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 ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...