The Poet (Amy Lowell Poem)
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
Poems about wanderings (26 Poems)
Pau-Puk-Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
The White Man’s Foot (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
Things and the Man (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
A Song of Travel (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where's the lamp that Hero lit Once to call Leander home? Equal Time hath shovelled it 'Neath the wrack of ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
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 ...
The Ghost Of The Past (Thomas Hardy Poem)
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
THE TRAVELLER AND THE FARM~MAIDEN. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
THE GERMAN PARNASSUS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
In the Wilderness (Robert Graves Poem)
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
Lord Make Us Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Only You Lord able to change us we need to be open but You are the healing agent Lord make ...
Return to the Lord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Turn from the world from the sins of this age from false idols our wanderings; return to the Lord Turn ...
Spires of the fireweed.. (Ian Emberson Poem)
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
All overgrown by cunning moss, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
To The Rev. George Coleridge (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Prologue (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Lines Written From Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
The Consolation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
To the President of Magdalen College, Oxford (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore, Nor stand for welcome ...
202. On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston (Robert Burns Poem)
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
Companioned (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her charm, Peopled the silent ...
William Goode (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
To all in the village I seemed, no doubt, To go this way and that way, aimlessly. But here by ...
Lalla Rookh (Thomas Moore Poems)
"How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking ...