The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
Poems about starry (51 Poems)
The Aristocrat (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Devil is a gentleman and askes you down to stay At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far ...
Verses from the Shepherds’ Hymn (Richard Crashaw Poems)
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the ...
In the Holy Nativity of our Lord (Richard Crashaw Poem)
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Hawk and the Babe (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Long Odds (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Arhan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Hawk and the Babe (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Long Odds (Aleister Crowley Poem)
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Arhan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
A Tombless Epitaph (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
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 Geate a-Vallen to (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
Reconnaissance (Arna Bontemps Poem)
After the cloud embankments, the lamentation of wind and the starry descent into time, we came to the flashing waters ...
The Zeppelin (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
The Geate a-Vallen to (William Barnes Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
For the Fallen (Laurence Binyon Poem)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh ...
Song 2 (Anne Bronte Poem)
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Confidence (Anne Bronte Poem)
Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Nightingales (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...
To the Muse (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
She Walks In Beauty (Lord Byron Poem)
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
History Of The Night (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
TO A MADONNA (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...