Two valentines (Eugene Field Poem)
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo, And ...
Poems about woo (45 Poems)
The wooing of the southland (Eugene Field Poem)
(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away-- "Fairest of all fair brides," he ...
The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The straw parlor (Eugene Field Poem)
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Heine’s “Widow or Daughter?” (Eugene Field Poems)
Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me--more's the pity! Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, ...
Hear, ye Ladies (John Fletcher Poem)
HEAR, ye ladies that despise What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples and be wise: Fair Callisto was a ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Shepherd And The Calm (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
In Praise Of Writing Letters (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant (Michael Drayton Poem)
A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd (Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move), Entreated me, ...
Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved (John Donne Poem)
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
Break Of Day (John Donne Poem)
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise? because ...
The Flea (John Donne Poem)
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
Than Heaven more remote, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Than Heaven more remote, For Heaven is the root, But these the flitted seed. More flown indeed Than ones that ...
Awake ye muses nine (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Boo to Buddha (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Boo to Buddha (Aleister Crowley Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
The Three Sorts of Friends (fragment) (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Though friendships differ endless in degree , The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three. Ac quaintance many, and ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Come, Walk With Me (Emily Bronte Poem)
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
To A Cloud (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
A Song of Pitcairn’s Island (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
Choriambics — I (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
The Song of the Beasts (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...