[To those who have few ties to bind the soul to earth] (Eliza Acton Poems)
To those who have few ties to bind the soulTo earth, it must be sweet to steal awayGently, from life ...
Poems about wak (21 Poems)
The Parlement of Fowls (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e}, That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}, And driven away ...
Sonnet XXXII (Anna Seward Poems)
Behold him now his genuine colours wear,That specious false-one, by whose cruel wilesI lost thy amity; saw thy dear smilesEclips'd; ...
To One Of The Author’s Children (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825.THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play With bounding heart, my boy! Before thee lies ...
The Dawn (Caroline Fry Poems)
Pensive as I watch'd the night,Many a star was glitt'ring bright,While their gay, but warmthless rays,Wak'd the thoughts of other ...
Song 7 (Anne Hunter Poems)
O'ER the lone heath I wander wild,Or sing beneath the hawthorn shade,While the soft breeze of ev'ning mildHovers around my ...
Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
XI. Written at Ostend (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
487. The Lover’s Morning Salute to his Mistress (Robert Burns Poems)
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
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, ...
Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Sonnet to Amicus (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody ...
Sonnet VIII: Why, Through Each Aching Vein (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, ...
Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
Morning (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
The Rape of the Lock (Alexander Pope Poems)
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 (Alexander Pope Poems)
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Psalm 03 (John Milton Poems)
Aug. 9. When He Fled From Absalom. Lord how many are my foes How many those That in arms against ...
From ‘Arcades’ (John Milton Poems)
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
On His Deceased Wife (John Milton Poems)
METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to ...
Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint (John Milton Poems)
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestus from the grave, Who Jove's great Son to ...