The Vagabonds (Bliss Carman Poem)
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
Poems about restless (51 Poems)
The Eavesdropper (Bliss Carman Poem)
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
Christ Crucified (Richard Crashaw Poem)
THY restless feet now cannot go For us and our eternal good, As they were ever wont. What though They ...
To Mary (William Cowper Poem)
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Human Life (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
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 ...
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 Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
Nocturne of the Wharves (Arna Bontemps Poem)
All night they whine upon their ropes and boom against the dock with helpless prows: these little ships that are ...
Dark Night (Frank Bidart Poem)
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Retirement (Anne Bronte Poem)
O, let me be alone a while, No human form is nigh. And may I sing and muse aloud, No ...
Power of Love (Anne Bronte Poem)
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
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; ...
Hymn of the City (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Unfortunate (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord Byron Poem)
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...