She Gathered Lilacs, for Beth (Michael Burch Poem)
She gathered lilacs and arrayed them in her hair; tonight, she taught the wind to be free. She kept her ...
Poems about thorns (48 Poems)
Will There Be Starlight (Michael Burch Poem)
Will there be starlight tonight while she gathers damask and lilac and sweet-scented heathers? And will she find flowers, or ...
In The Storm Of Roses (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Wherever we turn in the storm of roses, the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder of leaves, ...
The House That Was (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Song (Rupert Brooke Poem)
"Oh! Love," they said, "is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, ...
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 ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
The Fairies (William Allingham Poem)
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Of Three Or Four In The Room (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Deserted Garden (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
De Profundis (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
A Dead Rose (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (William Blake Poems)
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
The Everlasting Gospel (William Blake Poems)
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Holy Thursday (Experience) (William Blake Poems)
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
My Pretty Rose Tree (William Blake Poems)
A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree. ...
My Pretty Rose Tree (William Blake Poem)
A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said "I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree", ...