The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Poems about shy (51 Poems)
Nicaise (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
Initial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Mr. Apollinax (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
Yvonne Of Brittany (Ernest Dowson Poem)
In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Who Giants know, with lesser Men (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy -- For Greatness, that is ill at ease In minor ...
This is a Blossom of the Brain — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This is a Blossom of the Brain -- A small -- italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit ...
The Soul should always stand ajar (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Soul should always stand ajar That if the Heaven inquire He will not be obliged to wait Or shy ...
The Merchant of the Picturesque (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Merchant of the Picturesque A Counter has and sales But is within or negative Precisely as the calls -- ...
Out of sight? What of that? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird -- reach it! Curve by Curve -- Sweep by Sweep -- ...
I was a Phoebe — nothing more — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I was a Phoebe -- nothing more -- A Phoebe -- nothing less -- The little note that others dropt ...
Grief is a Mouse — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
Dying! To be afraid of thee (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend -- Than thine old ...
A Mien to move a Queen (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Mien to move a Queen -- Half Child -- Half Heroine -- An Orleans in the Eye That puts ...
We don’t cry — Tim and I, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
We don't cry -- Tim and I, We are far too grand -- But we bolt the door tight To ...
She bore it till the simple veins (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
As Summer into Autumn slips (Emily Dickinson Poem)
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun ...
I haven’t told my garden yet (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I haven't told my garden yet -- Lest that should conquer me. I haven't quite the strength now To break ...
The only Ghost I ever saw (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin -- so -- He wore no sandal on his foot ...
Terra nullis ignorata (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
For Harry (My College Room-mate who Died) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
Colours in lamplight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
Interior (Hart Crane Poem)
It sheds a shy solemnity, This lamp in our poor room. O grey and gold amenity, -- Silence and gentle ...
At Bordj-an-Nus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
At Bordj-an-Nus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
Love’s Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance (Samuel Coleridge Poems)
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Heritage (Countee Cullen Poem)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...