Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave? (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one? -- planting rue?" -- "No: yesterday he went to wed ...
Poems about shuts (31 Poems)
he and the hilltown (Rg Gregory Poem)
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
THE WEDDING NIGHT. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
WITHIN the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits Love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play, The ...
The Tradesman and the Scholar (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
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 ...
It can’t be “Summer”! (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It can't be "Summer"! That -- got through! It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"! There's that long town of ...
Expanse cannot be lost — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Expanse cannot be lost -- Not Joy, but a Decree Is Deity -- His Scene, Infinity -- Whose rumor's Gate ...
The Tint I cannot take — is best — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
The Soul selects her own Society (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Soul selects her own Society -- Then -- shuts the Door -- To her divine Majority -- Present no ...
Echoes in an empty room (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
Something Childish, But Very Natural (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
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 ...
Memory (William Browne Poem)
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Devonshire Street W.1 (John Betjeman Poem)
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
Loneliness (John Betjeman Poem)
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
Stanzas (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The Skies (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
Mummia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
A Tale (Louise Bogan Poem)
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
My Country in Darkness (Eavan Boland Poem)
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Rabbi Ben Ezra (Robert Browning Poem)
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
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 ...
An Imitation of Spenser (William Blake Poems)
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
To the Evening Star (William Blake Poems)
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; ...
Evening Star (William Blake Poems)
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...