Trudging to Eden, looking backward, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Trudging to Eden, looking backward, I met Somebody's little Boy Asked him his name -- He lisped me "Trotwood" -- ...
Poems about smiling (51 Poems)
The Beggar Lad — dies early — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
A happy lip — breaks sudden (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A happy lip -- breaks sudden -- It doesn't state you how It contemplated -- smiling -- Just consummated -- ...
Angels, in the early morning (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying -- Do ...
Her gentle hands (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and ...
Lips and Eyes. (Thomas Carew Poem)
IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ? " We," said the ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
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 ...
Love And Madness (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
I Will Praise the Lord at All Times (William Cowper Poem)
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
Peace after a Storm (William Cowper Poem)
When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The ...
Work Without Hope (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
Madrigal (Lewis Carroll Poem)
(To Miss May Forshall.) HE shouts amain, he shouts again, (Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal), "I tell you ...
How Doth the Little Crocodile (Lewis Carroll Poem)
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Candle Hat (Billy Collins Poem)
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
TWO LOVERS (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
What Forgotten Realm? (Alain Bosquet Poem)
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
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 ...
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 ...
Snake (John Burnside Poem)
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
Netley Abbey (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Fallen pile! I ask not what has been thy fate; But when the winds, slow wafted from the main, Through ...
The Irish Unionist’s farewell to Greta Hellastrom in 1922 (John Betjeman Poems)
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
A Minute (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
Love Incarnate (Frank Bidart Poem)
(Dante, Vita Nuova) To all those driven berserk or humanized by love this is offered, for I need help deciphering ...
The Student’s Serenade (Anne Bronte Poems)
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
The Arbour (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
The Parting (Anne Bronte Poem)
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...