The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Poems about wonderful (50 Poems)
The Hermit Thrush (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal tone, Floating and falling through the wood alone, A ...
The Foolish Fir-Tree (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
The Glory of Ships (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Master of Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard, Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, ...
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
An American in Europe (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
America for Me (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
A Noon Song (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Elegy II: The Anagram (John Donne Poem)
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
I’ll clutch — and clutch (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I'll clutch -- and clutch -- Next -- One -- Might be the golden touch -- Could take it -- ...
A Solemn thing within the Soul (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe -- And golden hang -- while farther up -- ...
Frequently the wood are pink (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Frequently the wood are pink -- Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The First Step (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
The young poet Evmenis complained one day to Theocritus: "I've been writing for two years now and I've composed only ...
Exiles (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
Nothing Stays Put (Amy Clampitt Poem)
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Wisdom (William Cowper Poem)
(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) "Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Power (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Power (Aleister Crowley Poem)
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Nostalgia (Billy Collins Poem)
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Bird Nesting (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree, Eager and laughing, as in all our play, To see the eggs ...
The Hideous Chair (Erin Belieu Poem)
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...