A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Poems about profound (51 Poems)
This Consciousness that is aware (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself ...
The Future — never spoke — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Future -- never spoke -- Nor will He -- like the Dumb -- Reveal by sign -- a syllable ...
If the foolish, call them “flowers” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If the foolish, call them "flowers" -- Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants "Classify" them It is just as ...
I am afraid to own a Body — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I am afraid to own a Body -- I am afraid to own a Soul -- Profound -- precarious Property ...
Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor ...
Like her the Saints retire, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and ...
Travelling on the thumb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
I Mark Your Courage (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
Crying to be written (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
A final journeying (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
A few kind words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
The Death of Nicou (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
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 ...
To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
On the Funeral of Charles the First (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
Stay (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing heart. Into your hands it's falling, a rickety house of cards. ...
A Culinary Puzzle (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
For the Fallen (Laurence Binyon Poem)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh ...
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: ...
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 ...
Nightingales (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...
Dora (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
SHE knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old-- He used to be so good and ...
Clouds (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
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 ...