Epistle To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Poems about sunbeams (31 Poems)
A Sunset (Victor Hugo Poem)
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
LOVE AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
MAHOMET’S SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
[This song was intended to be introduced in a dramatic poem entitled Mahomet, the plan of which was not carried ...
DEDICATION. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
Sunning on the Sandbar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Four ducks, before mid-morning sitting, facing the sun, wings hugging against their bodies sitting still in the sunbeams warming the ...
Garden and cradle (Eugene Field Poem)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
Uriel (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
Sonnet LV: My Fair, If Thou Wilt (Michael Drayton Poem)
My Fair, if thou wilt register my love, A world of volumes shall thereof arise; Preserve my tears, and thou ...
Favrile (Mark Doty Poem)
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
My April Lady (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; ...
Love’s Nearness (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, ...
Elegy V: His Picture (John Donne Poem)
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. 'Tis like ...
Narva and Mored (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
The Aeolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
The Eolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
In Hilly-Wood (John Clare Poem)
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
Love Lives Beyond The Tomb (John Clare Poem)
Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. ...
Severed and Gone (Anne Bronte Poem)
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
A Girl Sang a Song (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
12. Song-The Lass of Cessnock Banks (Robert Burns Poem)
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Thoreau’s Flute (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
The Voice (Matthew Arnold Poem)
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
Shakespeare (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...