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 ...
Poems about silence (51 Poems)
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Japan (Billy Collins Poem)
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep A Gun In The House (Billy Collins Poems)
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
Redolence (Michael Burch Poem)
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity (Joel Barlow Poem)
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
The house where I was born (10) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
Back From Australia (John Betjeman Poem)
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
Golden Silence (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
I told her I loved her and begged but a word, One dear little word, that would be For me ...
The North Wind (Anne Bronte Poem)
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace (Anne Bronte Poem)
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Night – Wind (Emily Bronte Poem)
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
How still, how happy! (Emily Bronte Poem)
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Come hither, child (Emily Bronte Poem)
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Ante Aram (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Hauntings (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
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 ...
Day That I Have Loved (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but ...
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, ...
I Speak Not (Lord Byron Poem)
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...