The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
Poems about sweetness (51 Poems)
The Sphinx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To The Nightingale (William Drummond Poem)
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights ...
At Corfu (Norman Dubie Poem)
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures (Michael Drayton Poem)
An Allusion to the Phoenix 'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is ...
To My Dear Friend Mr. Congreve On His Commedy Call’d The Double Dealer (John Dryden Poems)
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Evadne (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I first tasted under Apollo's lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or ...
With sweetness unabated (Emily Dickinson Poem)
With sweetness unabated Informed the hour had come With no remiss of triumph The autumn started home Her home to ...
One thing of it we borrow (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One thing of it we borrow And promise to return -- The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have ...
Of Death I try to think like this — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Death I try to think like this -- The Well in which they lay us Is but the Likeness ...
Did life’s penurious length (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Did life's penurious length Italicize its sweetness, The men that daily live Would stand so deep in joy That it ...
Sweetness Of The Decent Night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Consciousness Of Our Return (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Bitter sweet (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
Another (Thomas Carew Poem)
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear ...
The Great Minimum (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
The Weeper (Richard Crashaw Poem)
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
The River of Life (Thomas Campbell Poem)
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
On Opening a Place for Social Prayer (William Cowper Poem)
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every ...
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 ...
Guilty Of Dust (Frank Bidart Poem)
up or down from the infinite C E N T E R B R I M M I N G ...
Water (Wendell Berry Poem)
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
Ripening (Wendell Berry Poem)
The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! ...
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 ...
Sonnet – to Genevra (Lord Byron Poem)
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...