Solitude (John Anster Poems)
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
Poems about wood-dove (21 Poems)
Heat (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
A Lament (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. White moons may come, white moons may go, She sleeps where wild wood blossoms blow, Nor knows she of the rosy June, Star-silver ...
Drifting (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,There's a dark pine forest ...
Feud (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
A mile of lane,--hedged high with iron-weeds And dying daisies,--white with sun, that leads Downward into a wood; through which a stream Steals ...
A Visit (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
I was sitting at the open window… in the morning, the early morning ofthe first of May.The dawn had not ...
In Woodland Ways (Leigh Gordon Giltner Poems)
Out of the poignant glare, the shadeless heatOf summer noon, beseech thee follow meInto the dim, dream-haunted secrecyThe cool, green ...
The Optimist (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Turbid from London's noise and smoke,Here I find air and quiet too;Air filtered through the beech and oak,Quiet by nothing ...
Chloris (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
WHAT time the rosy-flushing WestSleeps soft on copse and dingle,Wherein the sunset shadows rest,Or richly float and mingle;When down the ...
A Hunter’s Indian Dove (Charles Harpur Poems)
DARK is her cheek, but her blood's rich blushComes through its dusk with a sunset flush,While joy, like a prairie-bee, ...
The End of the Day (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The night darkens fast and the shadows darken,Clouds and the rain gather about mine house,Only the wood-dove moans, hearken, O ...
The Fall of Needwood (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
A Churchyard In Oxfordshire (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
Lines To Six-Foot Three (George Borrow Poems)
A lad, who twenty tongues can talkAnd sixty miles a day can walk;Drink at a draught a pint of rum,And ...
The Hunter’s Indian Dove (Charles Harpur Poems)
DARK is her cheek, but her blood's rich blushComes through its dusk with a sunset flush,While joy, like a prairie-bee, ...
Spring (Francis Ledwidge Poems)
Once more the lark with song and speedCleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^;Fall, like the flute of GanymedeTwirling and ...
The Wood-Dove’s Note (Emily Huntington Miller Poems)
Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove's ...
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: ...
The End of the Day (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The night darkens fast & the shadows darken, Clouds & the rain gather about mine house, Only the wood-dove moans, ...
The Christmas Tree (Robert William Service Poems)
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold; By a shopman ...