The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
Poems about unscared (13 Poems)
Nonsuited. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" - so ran her letter;The letter of a married female friend:"She likes you both, and ...
The Torrent (Mathilde Blind Poems)
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant fall, And thund'ring grandly o'er th' opposing blocks,Thy voice, far louder than the lion's call, Through ...
The Cucuya; Or Fire-Fly (Juan Francisco Manzano Poems)
THE fire-fly is heedlessly wandering about, Through field and through forest is winging his route, As free as the butterfly sporting in ...
The Familist’s Hymn (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Father! to Thy suffering poorStrength and grace and faith impart,And with Thy own love restoreComfort to the broken heart!Oh, the ...
The Woods in June (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
In the sleep-haunted gloomBorn of the slumbrous twilight in these shades,These vast and venerable collonades, I welcome thee, dear June! And while ...
Low Spirits (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
It is not Time,-- I joy to see My children growing up;It is not Sin,-- remorse for me Holds out no bitter ...
A Garden-Seat At Home (William Lisle Bowles Poems)
Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose,And slender woods that ...
Sonnet LI. “Close is the nook; the valley–pathway steep” (Henry Alford Poems)
Close is the nook; the valley--pathway steep Above the river climbs; and down the bank, With sweet wild roses and thick hazels ...
The Flaâneur (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Two Look at Two (Robert Frost Poem)
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
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 ...
Lullaby (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...