The great journalist in spain (Eugene Field Poem)
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Poems about moor (36 Poems)
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
George and the Dragon (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
Love’s Nearness (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, ...
My nosegays are for Captives (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My nosegays are for Captives -- Dim -- expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till Paradise. To such, if ...
I would distil a cup (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or ...
Wild Nights — Wild Nights! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile -- the Winds -- ...
I never saw a Moor — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I never saw a Moor -- I never saw the Sea -- Yet know I how the Heather looks And ...
The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
Exmoor (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
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!- ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour ...
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Song (Emily Bronte Poem)
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
A Day Dream (Emily Bronte Poem)
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Siege and Conquest of Alhama (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
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 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 ...
Memorabilia (Robert Browning Poem)
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
415. Song-The last time I cam o’er the Moor (Robert Burns Poems)
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
216. Song-Duncan Davison (Robert Burns Poem)
THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, And she held o'er the moors to spin; There was a lad ...
460. Song-The Lovely Lass o’ Inverness (Robert Burns Poems)
THE LOVELY lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'en to morn she cries, alas! And ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
The Strayed Reveller (Matthew Arnold Poem)
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...