Dr. sam (Eugene Field Poem)
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
Poems about moss (51 Poems)
The Gum-Gatherer (Robert Frost Poem)
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
Pan with Us (Robert Frost Poem)
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
To Live (Paul Eluard Poem)
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my ...
Gerontion (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Long Long Ago (Robert Desnos Poem)
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
Sonnet VIII: There’s Nothing Grieves Me (Michael Drayton Poems)
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
Charms (William Henry Davies Poem)
She walks as lightly as the fly Skates on the water in July. To hear her moving petticoat For me ...
Light Between the Trees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
You’ll find — it when you try to die — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
You'll find -- it when you try to die -- The Easier to let go -- For recollecting such as ...
Pink — small — and punctual — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Pink -- small -- and punctual -- Aromatic -- low -- Covert -- in April -- Candid -- in May ...
All overgrown by cunning moss, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
I died for Beauty — but was scarce (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain ...
Song of the Worm (Eliza Cook Poem)
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
Narva and Mored (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Inscription For A Fountain On A Heath (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
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!- ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Thrush’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Pan (Michael Burch Poem)
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms, amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ... ... Once there were ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
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, ...
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 ...
Failure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the ...