Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
Poems about wistful (29 Poems)
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Victory (Henry Lawson Poem)
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Two Seasons (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I The stars were wild that summer evening As on the low lake shore stood you and I And every ...
The Native-Born (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
In a Garden (Elizabeth Jennings Poem)
When the gardener has gone this garden Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. It is so spruce, a metaphor ...
Afternoon Poem (Billy Jno Hope Poem)
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
The Temporary The All (Thomas Hardy Poem)
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
Last Words To A Dumb Friend (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
hawthorns and the like (Rg Gregory Poem)
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
Whispering in Wattle -Boughs (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
Pictures of Another Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pictures from another life, of other lives, forgotten and remembered fell from the boxes, from the envelopes from among the ...
Arthur (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wait 'till next year Murmur/ Mantra in a knowing tone - He'd seen the magic - World Champions Bleacher seats ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Fame’s Penny-Trumpet (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Madrigal (Lewis Carroll Poem)
(To Miss May Forshall.) HE shouts amain, he shouts again, (Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal), "I tell you ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Thoreau’s Flute (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
432. Song-Behold the hour, etc. (Second Version) (Robert Burns Poems)
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn (Robert Burns Poems)
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
Distance (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Were you to cross the world, my dear, To work or love or fight, I could be calm and wistful ...
Rainy Night (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
A Dream Lies Dead (Dorothy Parker Poems)
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes, Nor seek to ...
The Wreck of the Columbine (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me, And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye; While on board the Columbine, ...
Song VIII: While Ye Deemed Him A-Sleeping (William Morris Poems)
Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping, There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet; His ...
Monologue of a Mother (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
Dreams Old (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
In Absence. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...