Sweet, Sweet Days Are Passing (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
Sweet, sweet days are passing O'er my happy home. Passing on swift wings through the valley of life. Cold are the days when ...
Books Poems (3395 Poems)
Ego (Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky Poems)
A week son of the dying generation,I would not seek the roses of Alps,I will not gain the beautiful sensation,Not ...
“Up in my room on my unmade bed” (Lesbia Harford Poems)
Up in my room on my unmade bedI sat and read.There was work waiting for me below.I didn't go.For in ...
Go Wander (Nancy Rebecca Campbell Glass Poems)
Go, wander, little book, Nor let thy wand'ring cease; May all who on these pages look From sin find sweet release, Through Christ, God's ...
His Vigil (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Close the book and dim the light, I shall read no more to-night. No--I am not sleepy, dear-- Do not go: sit by ...
On An Anniversary (John Millington Synge Poems)
With Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen We end Cervantes, Marot, Nashe or Green: The Sixteen-thirteen till ...
To Richard Watson Gilder (Henry Austin Dobson Poems)
Old friends are best! And so to you Again I send, in closer throng, No unfamliar shapes of song,But those that once ...
Venus’ Advice To The Muses (Matthew Prior Poems)
Thus to the Muses spoke the Cyprian Dame,Adorn my altars, and revere my name.My son shall else assume his potent ...
Nothing (Jorge Carerra Andrade Poems)
In bookstores there are no books,in books no words,in words no essence:there are only husks.In museums and waiting roomsare painted ...
On A Picture Of Seneca Dying In A Bath, By Jordain (Matthew Prior Poems)
While cruel Nero only drainsThe moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,By study worn, and slack with age,How dull, how thoughtless is his ...
Lover’s Gifts LVI: The Evening Was Lonely (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till myheart became dry, and it seemed to ...
Branch Library (Edward Hirsch Poems)
I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boywho perched in the branches of the old branch library.He spent the ...
The Country Clergy (R S Thomas Poems)
I see them working in old rectoriesBy the sun's light, by candlelight,Venerable men, their black clothA little dusty, a little ...
To J.C.Y. (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Book of my youth, I send thee to a friendMet, comprehended, loved, alas! too late,--Too near the sad, inevitable endDecreed ...
To The Covrteovs Reader (Joseph Fletcher Poems)
Kinde Friend: In friendly kindness I thee sendThis little Book, which I have penn'd.A Book? unworthy: yet doth bring,Of what is ...
Everything I Dream (Rachel Korn Poems)
Everything I dreammust begin and end-then why am I between,waiting for a lost voice,Wound and bound and cobwebbedin time gone ...
To Lina (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
SHOULD these songs, love, as they fleet,Chance again to reach thy hand,At the piano take thy seat,Where thy friend was ...
Gifts (James B.V. Thomson Poems)
Give a man a horse he can ride,Give a man a boat he can sail;And his rank and wealth, his ...
The Rosy Hearth (Paul Verlaine Poems)
The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam,The meditation that is rather dream,With looks that lose themselves in cherished looks;The hour ...
This Is The Night (Sugawara Takesue no Musume Poems)
This is the night when in the ancient Past,The Herder Star embarked to meet the Weaving One;In its sweet remembrance ...
Overlooked (Olivia Ward Bush-Banks Poems)
I turned the pages of my book,With nervous haste and heedless care,I searched impatiently to findSome favorite verses written there.At ...
Advising Chlo (Franklin P. Adams Poems)
Horace: Book I, Ode 23'Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chlo(Franklin P. Adams)
An Infinite Number Of Monkeys (Ronald Koertge Poems)
After all the Shakespeare, the bookof poems they type is the saddestin history.But before they can finish it,they have to ...
The Darken’d Veil (Nathaniel Hawthorne Poems)
Oh, could I raise the darken'd veilWhich hides my future life from me,Could unborn ages slowly sailBefore my view -- ...
October (James Schuyler Poems)
Books litter the bed,leaves the lawn. Itlightly rains. Fall hascome: unpatterned, inthe shedding leaves.The maples ripen. Applescome home crisp in ...
L’Envoi To A Poem On Tolerance (John Kenyon Poems)
Go! little Book, thine own disciple be, And learn to tolerate those who turn from thee. Or laughed to scorn, or in ...
The Convivial Book – Can The Koran From Eternity Be? (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
'Tis worth not a thought!Can the Koran a creation, then, be?Of that, I know nought!Yet that the book of all ...
The Shade (John Freeman Poems)
I saw him as he wentWith merry voice and eye.I met him when he cameBack, tired but the same--The same ...
All nature has a feeling (John Clare Poems)
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooksAre life eternal: and in silence theySpeak happiness beyond the reach of books;There's ...
Born Thirty Years Ago (Han Shan Poems)
Thirty years ago I was born into the world.A thousand, ten thousand miles I've roamed.By rivers where the green grass ...