Escalera, Escalera (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
Poems about pilgrim (31 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 ...
Mahalia Jackson (James A. Emanuel Poem)
« I sing the LORD'S songs » (palms once tough to stay alive, alarm clock on five). Cinnamon cheeks, Lord, ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Arrival (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Along a path I had not traced and could ...
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned (John Donne Poem)
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...
I bring an unaccustomed wine (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, ...
For every Bird a Nest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
Deprived of other Banquet, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself -- At first -- a scant nutrition -- An insufficient Loaf -- But ...
Will there really be a “Morning”? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains ...
Nobody knows this little Rose (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Nobody knows this little Rose -- It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And ...
An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Ode to the Memory of Burns (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
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 ...
The Shining Light (William Cowper Poem)
My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. ...
The Cook’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
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 ...
Prologue (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
IV. To the River Wenbeck (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, In fancy's ear still making plaintive song To the ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Day And Night (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, ...
Dust (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
De Profundis (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Sonnet 42 – ‘My future will not copy fair my past’ (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim’s Point (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...