Epilogue To The Theatrical Presentation At Strawberry Hill (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHILE fogs along the Thames' damp margin creep,And cold winds through his leafless willows sweep;And fairy elves, whose summer sport ...
Literature Poems (4091 Poems)
At Lenno (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
By Lake Como's sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermoreSeem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now ...
Fancy and the Poet (Susanna Strickland Moodie Poems)
Poet --Enchanting spirit! -- at thy votive shrineI lowly bend a simple wreath to twine;O Come from the ideal world ...
In Memorium: Adam Lindsay Gordon (Henry Kendall Poems)
AT rest! Hard by the margin of that seaWhose sounds are mingled with his noble verse,Now lies the shell that ...
Bronx (Joseph Rodman Drake Poems)
I SAT me down upon a green bank-side,Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,Like ...
Three (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
WHAT of our time?(Oracle.)A fog and a blur,A hum and a whirr,And large mellow lights that are slowly dawning;Lo! elements ...
To My Brothers (Norman Rowland Gale Poems)
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop O'er wordy tasks in London town, How scantly Laura trips for you- A poem in a ...
Verses In Reply To An Invitation To Dinner At Dr. Baker’s (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
'This 'is' a poem! This 'is' a copy of verses!'YOUR mandate I got,You may all go to pot;Had your senses been ...
A Letter (Anne Barbara Ridler Poems)
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess --Against my natural caution ...
Pustkuchen (False Wandering Years) (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
Schiller, thinks he, had been less of a boreIf only he'd read the Bible more.One could have nothing but praise ...
Laventie (Ivor Gurney Poems)
One would remember stillMeadows and low hillLaventie was, as to the line and elm rowGrowing through green strength wounded, as ...
How Fair, How Fresh Were The Roses … (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
Somewhere, sometime, long, long ago, I read a poem. It was soon forgotten… but the first line has stuck in ...
Above Crow’s Nest [Sydney] (Henry Lawson Poems)
A BLANKET low and leaden, Though rent across the west,Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best;A sunset white and ...
The Rose And The Poppy–An Eastern Fable (Peter John Allan Poems)
IN the caliph's garden, known as the Odoriferous, bloomed one day a stately rose;As the favourite sultana is queen of the ...
The Priceless Things (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
THOSE are vulgar things we pay for, be they stones for crowns of kings;While the precious and the peerless are ...
The Farmer (Jared Barhite Poems)
Of war and love some poets sing, And some of fame and glory, But few there are a tribute bring To him whose ...
To Lizzie (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Oh, Lizzie, when I read your card, Which you had printed in the paper,Wherein you said your case was hard, My fancy ...
On Bingley (John Nicholson Poems)
Thy beauties, Bingley! never have been sungBy stranger-bard, or native poet's tongue;Then may my humble muse with thee prevailTo pardon ...
Oak and Olive (James Elroy Flecker Poems)
IThough I was born a Londoner,And bred in Gloucestershire,I walked in Hellas years agoWith friends in white attire:And I remember ...
On Hegel (Karl Heinrich Marx Poems)
Since I have found the Highest of things and the Depths of themalso, rude am I as a God, cloaked ...
The Advance Guard (John Hay Poems)
In the dream of the Northern poets, The brave who in battle dieFight on in shadowy phalanx In the field of the ...
Presidential (John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Poems)
Carmina tum melius, cum venerit IPSE canemus.VIRG. Bucolica, Ecl. ix.CASTLE GARDEN was splendid one night- though the wetPut off for ...
Byron And The Angel (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Poet"Why this fever--why this sighing?--Why this restless longing--dyingFor--a something--dreamy something,Undefined, and yet defyingAll the pride and power of manhood?"O these ...
To Sir Richard Fanshaw, Upon His Translation Of ‘Pastor Fido’ (John Denham Poems)
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate,That few but such as cannot write, translate.But what in them is ...
Filling An Order (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
TO Nature, in her shop one day, at work compounding simples,Studying fresh tints for Beauty's cheeks, or new effects in ...
Sketch of Lord Byron’s Life (Julia A Moore Poems)
"Lord Byron" was an Englishman A poet I believe,His first works in old England Was poorly received.Perhaps it was "Lord Byron's" fault And ...
Clinging Back (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, ...
Sydney Harbour (Henry Kendall Poems)
Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star,Burns through the darkness with a splendid ringOf tenfold light, and where the awful ...
Memory (Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems)
Only snakes shed their skin,So their souls can age and grow.We, alas, do not resemble snakes,We change souls, not bodies.Memory, ...
The Book Of Joyous Children (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...