The Nightingale (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Poems about nightingale (41 Poems)
Friar Philip’s Geese (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
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 ...
Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Common Things (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
ARCADIAN WINTER (Willa Cather Poem)
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
A Song: When June is Past, the Fading Rose (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
A Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask Me No More (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Retirement (William Cowper Poem)
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Independence (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Independence (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
About The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
Early Nightingale (John Clare Poem)
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
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 ...
A Welcome (William Browne Poem)
WELCOME, welcome! do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
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 ...
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 ...