Milton (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
Poems about tranquil (51 Poems)
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Lights Out (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Lights out" along the land, "Lights out" upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O'er peaceful towns ...
Jeanne d’Arc (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark, When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air ...
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Went up a year this evening! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful ...
Through those old Grounds of memory, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors ...
To know just how He suffered — would be dear — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- To know if any Human eyes were near To ...
If I should die, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I should die, And you should live -- And time should gurgle on -- And morn should beam -- ...
If democratically elected (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
The Winter Scene (Bliss Carman Poem)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
The Task: Book VI, The Winter Walk at Noon (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
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 ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
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 ...
I. Written at Tinemouth, Northumberland, after a Tempestuous Voyage (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
To the Belgians (Laurence Binyon Poem)
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Presentiment (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
My Lady’s Grave (Emily Bronte Poems)
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
Anticipation (Emily Bronte Poem)
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
Song (Emily Bronte Poem)
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
Stars (Emily Bronte Poem)
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...