Autumn in the Garden (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
Poems about withered (51 Poems)
Paper towel (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
Leaf Sermon (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
To the Tune (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early. In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed, But when I rose ...
Tz’u No. 10 (Exile) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Bodhisattva Aliens" Soft breezes, mild sunshine, spring is still young. The sudden change of the light ...
Tz’u No. 11 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Lamentation" It was far into the night when, intoxicated, I took off my ornaments; The plum ...
An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground (Stephen Crane Poem)
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one ...
Four Riddles (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
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 ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
An Old-Fashioned Garden (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
My Soul is Awakened (Anne Bronte Poem)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
In Memory of a Happy Day in February (Anne Bronte Poem)
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day (Anne Bronte Poem)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
Blue Bell, The (Emily Bronte Poem)
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
How still, how happy! (Emily Bronte Poem)
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
No Coward Soul Is Mine (Emily Bronte Poem)
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
A Little Budding Rose (Emily Bronte Poem)
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
Death (Emily Bronte Poem)
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
His Holiness the Abbot (Yosa Buson Poem)
His Holiness the Abbot is shitting in the withered fields. (Yosa Buson)
Not quite dark yet (Yosa Buson Poem)
Not quite dark yet and the stars shining above the withered fields. (Yosa Buson)
In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
Another (II) (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...