Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw (A. E. Housman Poem)
XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew ...
Poems about willows (31 Poems)
THE ERL-KING. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
The Garden (Louise Gluck Poem)
The garden admires you. For your sake it smears itself with green pigment, The ecstatic reds of the roses, So ...
Willows Dancing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pure white clouds like pulled cotton partially transparent translucent, shining a living backdrop for the willows dancing Arms moving like ...
The Cold Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cold stones warmed by the sun the lichen and moss calling me to touch the masks of death the ...
The dreams (Eugene Field Poem)
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of ...
The brook (Eugene Field Poem)
I looked in the brook and saw a face - Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and ...
Mysterious doings (Eugene Field Poem)
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
By the Lake (Tu Fu Poem)
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
The Sun Sets in Molten Gold (Li Ching Chao Poem)
The sun sets in molten gold. The evening clouds form a jade disk. Where is he? Dense white mist envelops ...
A Song of Departure (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
Sonnet (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy ...
The Netherlands (fragment) (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;-- Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood Of their own higher half, and willowy ...
To The River Otter (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity (Joel Barlow Poem)
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
Inexpensive Progress (John Betjeman Poem)
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Spirits (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Angel spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Betrothed (Louise Bogan Poem)
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
the butterfly and the rose (W. Jude Aher Poem)
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Hatteras Calling (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...